In timelessness we lose all expectations
So to regain the happiness and grace,
All dreams of love the snow brings. Evasive.
And purity of thought. The strange is maze.
Where heart will rest in wonderful nirvana,
Or we shall find miraculously grail,
I'm making now puzzle-origami,
I'm setting heart to vivid rhythm again.
The timelessness. Your voice is ever restless,
As if this such convulsion of the base
Will make me soon forget the chant of churches
in which I feel pulsation ever raised.
And in the distant shade of misty magic,
Where Sun reveals so gently real front,
From drowsiness of mists I'm freed so tragic
And plunge into the pure spring upright.
So I'm in touch with the eternal symbol,
In chronicle non-randomly picked-up
I find my spirit and my faith so clear
In timeless chill and darkness - treasure carved.
- Author: cellinic ( Offline)
- Published: November 28th, 2024 05:50
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 22
Comments2
Nice.
Great write
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