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To which image should we cling
Line of inquiry:
“We have been here a thousand times before
Memory erased, each time we begin anew
Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score
Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew
To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling
For each heart was at some point of time dear
As we flow through life with zest, zeal and zing
In all forms we see God’s presence appear”
In timeless live network
of intricate unassailable design,
the latticed mind stratifies layer on layer,
the incarnated spiritual strata
of innate awareness align
with perceptive sagacious patterns.
Many existential elements gain
transcendent access to the sanctum
of the secret psychic recess
at the fading fringes of joy and pain,
as the fluid sense merges
with the sea of absolute acuity.
A reflective explorer ensnared,
I search for the snippets of life,
stuck to slices of eternity forgotten.
With supreme strength of divinity,
I get liberated from the labyrinth
of the corporeal chasm.
I’m immutable hymn of the sanctified soul,
echo in the arena of awareness
the devout mantra intoned
in the temple of heart,
resonates with sensual symphony
of the sacred spirit.
I’m the shared essence
of the connected oneness,
and surpassing self-seeking perimeter,
I perceive the inimitable image of the creator,
making my awakened soul feel I’m He,
to whom I should cling.
Copyright ©
Subimal Sinha-Roy
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