Drip…
Pulse…
Oscillating vibrations.
Palpitating grains
of fluttering subsistence.
Heartbeat throbbing,
pounding.
Reverberating echoes
drumming in the song of Creation.
Divine nectar resonating
amidst trembling frail breaths.
Sparks of ember Ether
immersed in the eternal liquid of Gods.
Grains of existence
oh, -so gently treading.
Forever seeping,
trickling,
oozing,
flowing.
An aria larghetto-
through the veins of the goddess mother - Life.
adjective: larghetto
1. played fairly slowly.
4/11/2025
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem