Insight-I

PART I

In simple words let me bind
these secret whispers of my mind
i dip my pen in spiritual ink
with a poem laughing at its brink .

a beauteous bud thus appeared
from truth's own gardern words have smeared
like pebbles lanced from a cosmic sling
fell in my heart- with sublime things .

a loftier breath spoke its charm
the biography thereof - i embalmed

through the rustic scented bamboo grove
this poem moved like a moveless move
The tree in his soul began to speak
the esoteric river began to weep.

the master of silence watched the silence sweep
and a faint little voice arose from the deep.


NB: will continue this mystical poem in many parts....see you tommorow!