Earthly voids & Spiritual quest

Renewed in Yantra

Before in a way, I’ve been dying to be reinvented
But I’ll settle and wait in the hedged maze
Because the real cause is living for a miraculous effect

As I open my heart towards the sky,
A lark locks with my eyes
And I know one day soon
The End Game —
Moksha

Out of the park,
I’ll vanish from this borrowed time
Like a blink of an eye
Sifted through a sieve of light
By the archiver — the keeper of light
Merciful Hara,
Will come racing like a true knight
Behold his holiness,
I sip through his eyes the nectar
To be spun into a love design
And merge back into Bindu

 

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Earthly voids & Spiritual quest

Wild Eruptive Moods

Riding on this blue mood.                   Nourishment found in the dark abyss.                                                         In the sunset, I must subdue this dragon of desire.                                   In the sunrise, I must silent the grieving bell of these dense sorrows.                                                     I touch the earth, she response with volcanic ashes. “Fuck it, we are zen everything. We are masters to the fire.”

Poem and Image by: Naomi Ruth S.

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