Inner Realm
__cloistered nook__
Into the dark corner of thy world, cosmos,
A tiny space, dark and earnest, namely cave,
Do I wish a shelter, a harborage.
A secret place where light doth furtively peep,
Birds donot bliss with joy of day and night.
The souls of silent solitaire meet not,
A place of utter aloneness and quietude.
In the graveyard of arcadian Stillness,
Where breeze blows without prop and patronage.
The boon and blessing do I seek from Thee.
A desert, a forest or rocky womb,
Away away from the pectus of happiness,
From Hurly-burly of somatic life.
A death pure death to hopping mind, entity.
Only silence will be the syllogism,
State.
With Thy altitudinous chord, mercy.
Let me sleep eternally onto thy cloistered nook.
Into the dark corner of thy world, cosmos, A tiny space, dark and earnest, namely cave, Do I wish a shelter, a harborage...! !
With Thy altitudinous chord, mercy. Let me sleep eternally onto thy cloistered nook.
With Thy altitudinous chord, mercy. Let me sleep eternally onto thy cloistered nook.
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With Thy altitudinous chord, mercy. Let me sleep eternally onto thy cloistered nook