- -My Stella-No -61

My mind is restless for the mutable things of Nature. Change or permutation is painful and I cry for what is unstable. Cause and effect is the heavy conception that Infused my inner probity. My freewill is besieged by flickering storm of Passion. Thou art my well-off study, the perusal of my Inchoate mind. Thou art my cause and the effect of my reflective pursuit. The floating cloud, the hopping chain of fantasy taint thee not. Sky is thy chest and emptyness is thy affection. The fragrance of thy inner burgeon is blooming inside me and I am bewitched. Thou art in my marrow, my psyche and everywhere. Symphony of inward blue roars infacile volume, murmurous warble and babble, blither In trees and plants, in forest and bower. I live beyond that materiality and idiocy of inertia. In thee the unchange is my soul and diversity is my abundance. In thy slumber my soul rests in quiescence and wakefulness is my love fulfilment.