- - My Stella - 100

Thou art with me or I am in Thy being rooted from millions of ages, beyond the first great sentence. The space within space, love within love, Wordless, numbness within indolence. Thou art close as my eyes to me, Interiority of my heart nurtures thee in deep Slumberous nourishment. The closest remains, a theory, a doctrine, deluding realm of rhetoric, and catching, alluring poesy, The most distant field, for my overflowed being With dead habits, and non attendance to transcendence. Thou art in my very being and experience drops to naught, The bud is ecstatic within its fragrance and meditation in its honeydew. No opening to bower outside with manifold Wonder to bloom to victory. Love stays and river flows at its sweet will and I am onto thy bosom to float without goal. The very center of my being is thy center, The cosmic drop into thy abysmal part where I breath the fragrance of life. I searched thee in every pain of my heart Loaded with false notion of dream of future, Objective mutation leads to extreme naught. I came as a vacant mind without thee into this deluding realm before thou came and life became an idle worship, In myworshipping self thou art there as prayerlessprayer, and my seeking for thee, hast left me in a shore of desperation. As a tree uprooted from the source of life I floated in the ocean of being without knowing and seeking without subjective mutation. The more I flow the more nearness follows and like a fish seeking ocean I wept for thee and thou came as an unknown ocean, drop Into me - my self, dried with extreme heat of life's sordidness. A dignified distance that is born with innocence and nearness felt, Thou art to me a separate self to be one again to make a heaven for both of us with our elementary crassness. Years ago separation happens in deep communion, In a state of deep spiritual intercourse, Without the feeling of ego sense, Separate body, separate mind and separate consciousness. Like Adam and Evebeyond creation we wert an innocent soul with no feeling of two as baby in the womb, rapt in mindless celebration. As part of the whole within whole we wert total With no division listening to soundless sound. We wert conscious, fully and self-luminous without concept to project, We flowedas part of Nature with its deep cosmic unity and flow of naturalness. Time passed until Now, naked union of unconscious beauty is gone - the paradise is lost in the catacomb of self awareness, The two is born out of one and hence the journey. O Stella doth thou not feel the misery of living? The waves become conscious of it's separateness from the ocean, Hence the play and display of life with manifold harmonious melody. Come, let us play not like amorous birds of prey but by being dissolved as salt into ocean, As vapour into the vastness. This life is our proneness to revive within both of us and die to the world to retreat to our Primal beauty -- inward wedlock beyond thin veil of temporal phenomenon.