This poetry emanates from the communion with Source, from being One with it. Words that come are manifestations of the un-manifested. They don't belong to an identity, as I dropped any personal sense after a powerful spiritual awakening. Only a unified Presence is here. The poet, the poetry and the reader are One Consciousness / Spirit. Aum Shanti!
Meet these Satsang poems in Silence & transcend into Truth!
Blow your breath into the tight veins of my heart
Paint me with your eyes,
Draw me with your hands,
Kiss me with your warm skin,
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On the wings of frozen metal,
The echoes of a spider's step rush,
And icy shells are murmuring a song
Underneath foamy shores sinking in epic solitude.
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I paint you in vibes,
In light, in symbols and in dark,
In fullness and in emptiness,
Without space or time,
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Isolated from the tempestuous sights,
By the fluorescent green still lakes,
A pilgrim bows to mystical Kailash.
He came here for a once-in-a-lifetime sojourn,
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Mystical dust thrown in the air,
The show of life presents its plots
Hell and ecstasy braided like hair,
Endless games creation plays!
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