The Veil of Flame
I was mistaken, this flesh was a delicate cage,
With bars adorned with hints of desire,
And shadows widened in the twilight,
I called on the quiet and searched
The echoes of longing for answers
As I walked on the brink of hunger and terror.
But in the silent surge of love’s embrace,
An unknown voice emerged,
Wide and motionless
Its song a mirror to my forgetting,
“I am not these passing tides of thought
nor this shroud of time.”
Once thick with illusion,
The flame’s curtain transformed into a portal
To the unnamed inside,
There, in an unending instant,
The living light unrestrained enveloped me
As the lifeblood of what
I already am, not as something
that can be comprehended or discovered
No happiness could be greater
Then the absence of a lack
And no rapture could surpass this silence
To recognize the eternal face in everything
is to disappear into the actual sight.
Copyright © Susmita Mukherjee | Year Posted 2024
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