The Purest Thought. Poem by Subrata Ray

The cloud-covered images hang,
Imaginations tinge and fade and tinge,
And relate to matter in thousands rings.

Assumptions and manipulations go,
The seasonally dialectic mind moves to and fro,
One generation recedes no where another grows.

Stories of fascination and adventure confuse,
Here is affirmation there is refuse,
The blind mind creates devil and muse.

Effort to secure the answer of permanence,
Bottom of ecstasy and wild trance,
From the scale less dipping in eternal silence.

Vision of insight, to feel things in light's light,
And becoming one with Unconscious origin,
By digging the layers of mind's well,
Initiate the mystic reality of purest thought's tale.

Joy, they say, dwells in honest and pure heart,
And beauty's clairvoyance emits from every part,
Day and night, life and death appear as passing shades,
Hey purest thought, you are radiance from our divine bed.