In Circles of bliss
25 March 2016
I speak Blue
My canvas defined
Oceans’ words
Stretched waters
Definition who is who
Diluted in hearts
The pain starts
Within the focus
Define where
Set locus
Derive bright light from the air
Open the Lotus
We are carved
Infinity’s trails
Yet like snails
Pace deserts
Scorching sands our daily bread
Lost the divine thread
I seized it
Entrance into all
Standing tall
I was none
Witnessed how it had begun
Illusion mind game
My body
Death accessory
It paints wild
Withered lands
The throb within understands
The meanings of rain
Gone the pain
In Circles of bliss
They shine bright
Through my Heart
Target hit yet gone amiss
All flows through essence
Reading of the poem:
Manvantara – Bliss
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