Ecstasy Of Salvation

With empty capacious cauldrons the living entities arrive arrogant, and depart organically desolate. In between they turn into instinctive greed slaves to snatch the unearned fortunes, getting sucked spellbound within the abyss of cravings. In the innate inferno of corporeal passion temporal, the frenetic flare laced by luring lust debases the fervent feeling of platonic pining dormant, but in the blooming garden of love it can sparkle sublime with elegance, emitting the patina of penchant. The chase of the migrating mirage in the desert of deceptive ego, etches the fragile footprints of delusive dominance transient, trails the sandstorm trajectory, but the surging squall of strife over the dunes of dwindling life subsides in the inner space of divine latent love configured with the lattice of self-aware surrender. In the blazing realm of connived conflict the sane senses of sobriety turn into consuming cinder, flaming the fiber of prudence, but the shower of sagacity, spurting from the fountain of love with divine flamboyance, douses the fire of disdain, and with the allayed ashes fabricates the framework of cordially congruent fabric of blissful epitome of existence. As the pristine petals of conscience buds of my serene soul unfurl in the subsided swells of stimulus, and bloom the divine lotus of bliss, I’m overwhelmed by the shower of His graceful gift benevolent of hope and contentment bestowed on me. The beauty of idyllic life I then perceive, blessed by the bequest of the supreme, suffused with the ecstasy of salvation.