Empty Mirror Comments

On the open field with doors of Joy, All around the root of silent tree archaic, Empty mirror the leaves, bloom and burgeon. The open sky the breast of unsaid arcanum, Each moment is full of sinewy dream

Timeless fragrance! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

I am the everest and the blade of grass To nourish the dew drops that fall to reflex The shadow of sublime self, The sweet depth of aloneness. very fine poem on love. thank u dear poet prabir. tony