Sunday, January 10, 2010

Of Deliverance From All Dues..

Beyond the secret whispers creating a din within the mind
Fanciful images and cast away desires come back to haunt
From one horror to another, in search of an artful gesture
So long as the vicious delay in comprehension keeps hidden
Selections of the unmanifest something, a painful revelation
Of what has been lived and died is of a deceitful introspection
I see destiny unwrap its many ways to another paradise lost
Lost to all the faculties that bring in a semblance of truth
And no truth shall see the light of reason, head to head
Save the Truth that shall keep all lower ones subdued
Bring forth the glory that escapes the superficial eye
In transit is the thought of salvation, but of what kind
Never to attain, never to deliver all that needs deliverance
Burned in the foundry of nothingness, is all that is perceived
Commonality is a curse, chasing the quick moment of death
A voice of inner tranquility decides, and so the path is bared
Difference of perspective and similarities of change cross
Keeping all that is held sacred at the junction, for trial
I the observer and I the overseer of the complete canvas
The paint drips wet from the brush strokes freshly laid
Who shall question the darkest shades, when light beckons
A mystery of the afterthought, a passionate secret buried
Thousand sunsets fail to mask the beauty of a life
One hundred revelations, one million concepts of religion
Endless lives lived and decreed a system of paradoxes
Favorably making the dusty path entwined in filth
Dirty is the communion of the mind and its minstrels
Long durations of savagery sophisticated as intelligence
Used for a specific entreaty to the Higher for freedom
Nevertheless unaware of a deeper realm beneath the lies
Come into the sunshine, and stare into the blue yonder
Taste the benevolence that every experience has to offer
Cannot the sleeping child rest in peace while the wind blows
All across the regions of tentative designs, abject fatality
There is always a backdoor to every built house
Around the stones and mortar fixed, lies an escape
Dwell on this musing for long as the belief of bondage
Never fails to keep the head above the water of ignorance
Ride free into unwashed shores, drying in the gold
A breath of pure joy, of independence absolute passes over
Days of gloom, and nights of storm clear away in the distance
The horizon is defined, but not within the mind at all
Make me a new beginning, from where the hereafter ends
I shall not want and I have no pursuits remaining, ever
Dreams are not what the real life resemble, not even close
It is an aura of eventuality slowly coursing over this being
To be open to this change, to be the death that life offers
And walk away from all the safe and sanctified affections
Into a bright shiny world of wisdom, of love
Of pregnant solitude, brimming with power
Angels darting as serene colors, playing around
Days so beautiful that the human nature shies away
The end is so near, that all dues have been cleared
A reunion of sorts, a dance of the divine mystic
I am High, and at peace, for I am Peace

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