Starling Flight in a Velvet Hour
Maya unveils like black fog lifting
Blinking into brightness
the lotus blooms
oozing purity from her petals
As each unfolds,
the body becomes all but an instrument
Through which the soul plays its tune
And then you can dance!
Merging Shiva Shakti
And forever be raving, on the way to the crescent moon
An illusion of an illusion
Is all what this is
The ocean of suffering
on which sails the boat steadfastly
a stormy night
with endless waves of water
Rising and Sinking
While a sailor trusts his weak craft
In a midst of torments
The solitary man sits peacefully
Trusting in the Madness of the Divine
Pushing towards the edge
The creation
of the redemptive vision;
Absorbed,
& in contemplation
Quietly sits in his row boat,
Tossing around in the middle of the ocean
Is all what this is
The ocean of suffering
on which sails the boat steadfastly
a stormy night
with endless waves of water
Rising and Sinking
While a sailor trusts his weak craft
In a midst of torments
The solitary man sits peacefully
Trusting in the Madness of the Divine
Pushing towards the edge
The creation
of the redemptive vision;
Absorbed,
& in contemplation
Quietly sits in his row boat,
Tossing around in the middle of the ocean
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