Gratefulness

- Gratefulness - Gratefulness, ! oh my master! for this uselessness, this utterly ridiculous Way of life, In the null and void aptitude of mine, befooled by the mystery of creation and Nature of things I am defied to nothingness, The helplessness to the core of my inferiority I feel the contiguity of my stella, Soul of my soul. To be lying down on thy sedulous and carefree bosom full of love for me is dangerous, It is always so as it gives freedom to expand against vested interest, mediocre order of the fashion. I grow in thee as a flower that blooms against The season. Growing against the realm of mind, against religiosity. Thou art and always be my cave not that coward's cave, to be living a doubled life in a grave, Thou art my inner voice, a resting bower Of illumined shade. Thy love is for me beyond the brim of mind My revelation.