A Response to the unknown

Would you enjoy the sound of silence?

The gaze into depths of an object

In its quivering boundaries.

In the wait of no thing at all

For sheer joy in being,

For the thing in itself

In the manifest and the unmanifest.

Embracing in wholeness the intensity

Of tides of emotions,

On the beach sands of awareness

As a witness childlike

Communing in being at that point in the moment.

Musing on Music

In your pervasive sacredness one waits,
To receive you in Totality,
In the tranquil space of the heart.
Your silence manifesting as time signatures
Possessing the one with your colors
Nuanced in your form at times, myriad at others.

Opening your presence at once,
All that You have to offer to
The one that your presence nurtures,
A synesthetic experience, enriching
The involvement in your dynamism.

Intellect - Ineffable

In the tumult of its own
Power to reason does it,
Trod in graduated ascension
From its very naive discourse

For it sojourns in them,
As memories are its only props.
In its hour of silence is when
It throbs in vitality, springing
From its props for in them dissolve the molds.

Now into it opens the Naught
Fading its graduated ascension
As of light fading the fog.
In that moment yoking it
To knock the doors shut hitherto.

Its traipse in through these doors
Acquaints it with the vista, and
Of its members unacquainted.
To which it groped in the rays
Of Dawn girthed in the temporal shadows.

Now its cognizance in a fresh stance
In rendezvous with all its members
Is now an alchemizing medium
To that touched by the rays of
An Ineffable intellect transfiguring,
The very nature through the Journey.

Grace of Touch

In his works he seems,
To transfigure into Himself.
Not only him but all that,
Coming into His vicinity into That.

Letting That enjoy,
The boundaries of mortality,
Crossing the immortal gates
Into the Eternal Immanent.

The Dawn

In Her dance from lower, ascending
She guides in her moves often covert,
To the longing obscure within the Being.
Juggling the nature of Her members,
In their present form to yoke, Her labor
In nurturing and transfiguring the members.

In all Her actions envisaging only
The Vision of the Immanent behind
All Her movements conscious or compelled.
It is in this She yearns the rendezvous of eons,
With the One who's assent, She always propels,
Whether in action or in inaction.

On the summit of Her ascend,
It is that She has the glimpse,
Of the source of Her members and Herself,
Into which now She consciously deliquesces.
Ascending beyond boundaries, in Unison
From bleak path toward the domain of beaming Luminescence.

From this vantage there is now,
An understanding in Unison, far beyond;
That which can fathom subjectively,
Her dynamis and Stillness of Her source
As a duet testimony rendered eternally,
To the Being that contains the Unison within.




  

Symbol - Sublime

In its ever evading form
It stood as a veil, for
Which it hid the essence
So as to congregate all that
Assist in the path of
The ineffable's call.

It is in the response
That which assist in the process,
Ascend from the very moment,
Shedding their instrumentality in action.
Opening to the transfiguring phase,
In the environment conduced of communion,
Which catapult them to the zenith
Of their purest essence,

In which there dawns
The very elusive nature
Unveiling that which it alluded
Where the one in response to the call,
Muses in himself in totality
The transfiguring charge of Symbol - Sublime.

THE PLAY

Beyond the nature
Of surroundings lied there,
That which guarded the very surrounding
But baffled were those that,
Stuck only to the surroundings.

Failed they to see the subtle
That organized all the play
Bound by the instruments of play
Was there a trial to fathom
The very thing that transcended the play

All that are in play
Misted are they in their nature
As like a being in its own shadow
Worried of the dark
Initiates this a struggle in it;

In all its work first as effort
It slowly ascends from effort to effortless
From which it transcends work to action
In the very process deliquescing,
The nature it was bound to,
Opening itself to the One
It always escorted in the Play