The Ecstasy of Rendezeovous

In the ineffable dawns
Conjured an expression, unfathomable;
That resuscitates itself in our presence.
Where life yearns to sojourn
From its traipse myriad;

The aesthetics of which transcend
The power of symbols in their vitality
Which is an experience nameless,

Only invigorated through our presence
As a fragrance of the flower
But in the perceiver's eye only a flower.

Our rendezvous a witness
In the snippets of eternity,
The root of our life.

Growth in unison

Stupendous it glares,
From your innocence.
The longing in you
For the experience,

Of an acquaintance
Long awaiting to touch
The adobe of duo;
In mind and in heart.

For it is sown in one
Blossoms in the other,
Transforming the entire milieu.
Permeating in wholeness,
An ineffable aroma of consent,
A perennial nurture in process.

The Honey of Writing

It flows like the drip,
Of sweet nectar. In it
Latent is honey which comes
After a long stack of nectar.

Here ink flows smooth
From ideas known into
Ideas unknown
From myriad points.

As nectar of flowers sundry,
Transfiguring into honey,
Are so the expressions,
Flowing out of the ink.
Gradually turning into nuances subtle
Transfiguring into an intense emotion. 

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.