BODY RECOMES THE PATH

Joining the seams for the sake of probity 
you opt for the wages of truth. 
Staying hungry to read the cosmos, 
connecting the meditation to love 
denatured. You are afraid of losing 
the thread. Memory of infidelity of conceivement. 

A vision without the thought 
was a consecration 
to think or not to think 
was a great dilemma. 
A backdropp of the prisms 
always made you crazy. 
Listening without ears, 
seeing without eyes 
became a brilliant idea. 

Children of grief coming through 
the open doorways 
of mind. Soul mates. 
I dream of a desperate ending 
of midnight journey into song inviolate. 
What if the night ends 
without a human face? 
Body becomes the path unending.

Satish Verma