An Atonement of Awareness

In the meandering times
Of Life in its shades sundry,
Where the Mind
In a rhythm,  ajar
Waiting for the temporal doors;
To open up into the Possibilities
Of it metamorphising into rhythmic syncopations;

Was there, as a Bass note subtle and soothing.
Calling back on Life sundry
For a colorful fusion of Perspectives
Where Life asunder
Was now in Unison, with
Its Sundriness and Perspectives myriad;
Of the Mind which in its Ascendance

Like the Harmonies of Dissonances
In an Orchestra - greater than its parts,
Led by the essence of the Bass
Adding its own colors to Music sundry

Has been the Mind and the Body in Unison;
As Bass Harmonies an aid in witness,
To the Progressions unfathomable hitherto
Of An Atonement of Awareness - an Orchestral Music.

The Paradox of Certainty

Of times reflected in Self
Manifest in mind, is it that
There is an absolute certainty -
A mirage of reality mired and mutable
Yet immutable and unfathomable
Dissolving as reality, only
In the sands of time.

The path thus traversed
Appears of a choice made,
Shred and spread in
The spectrum of paradox
Tumbling the dominoes of certainty.
In the boundless topographies
Of chaos; is there an insight into the progeny
Of fractalic chaos unfurling,
Culminating in the stillness of time corporeal;
Brought about through certainty,
Of which Paradox is immanent.

The Flower

A doorless door opens itself
As life moves beyond
Choices and the categorical imperatives of the mind. That is,
The mind opening beyond its own nature without,
Clinging to anything that it is,
Will it embrace itself completely,
Releasing itself of the cluttering heavy shackles.
Then you really do not mind whatever happens 
As it is beyond the constructs of the mind, yet of the mind.
Because in the tree of consciousness it sees itself, 
Blooming as a flower without any action,
Beyond any temporality as a process in the Consciousness within.

Aesthetic Intellect

All it has ever waited
Has been for the deliquesce
Of time in Eternity.
For it envisages the birth
And permeates itself through and through
The Creative in solitary flavors;

Opening the vistas of Experiences
Of which the genesis of Rationality
Is but an evidence of time,
The Perceptive conceptualized.

Thus intellect in its cogent form
Twice articulated
From an Intuited state into temporal grasps;
Is an expression of an atemporal plethora
Of Aesthetics rejoicing through,
The twice cogent intellect.

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.