- My Stella - 30 Comments

Time is single and tied is not enisled to cut into parts. Thy bosom my dear is the mahabharata of my soul, ...! !

from the mighty Ravan to cursed ashwathama, and from the legend and memoir to diplomatic shrewdness. Time is single and tied is not enisled to cut into parts....! ! !

The river with full tide flowing with facile swiftness. It touched the blue legs, and absorbed divine hearts down the ages. It is streaming with soundless murmur, in its bosom lies stories strange and remote....! ! !

autogenous to filthy felicity, uplift me with thy holy sermon of love and unsophisticated simplicity...! !

my stella! the joy of my life and the giver of bliss and boon, autogenous to filthy felicity,

and waiting on frowsy stream of human skull from cover to cover in the Womb to come at thee...! !

my stella, my timeless love, the beauty of my being lift me up close to inmost shrine of impetus self of thine. Forsaken and forlorn,

I did see, the Gita of my heart and ecstatic rapture of meditation. O my stella, my timeless love

Time is single and tied is not enisled to cut into parts. Thy bosom my dear is the mahabharata of my soul,

from the mighty Ravan to cursed ashwathama, and from the legend and memoir to diplomatic shrewdness.

It is streaming with soundless murmur, in its bosom lies stories strange and remote.! ! !

It touched the blue legs, and absorbed divine hearts down the ages! ! !

The river with full tide flowing with facile swiftness...! !

my stella! the joy of my life and the giver of bliss and boon, autogenous to filthy felicity, uplift me with thy holy sermon of love and unsophisticated simplicity....! ! !

Time is single and tied is not enisled to cut into parts. Thy bosom my dear is the mahabharata of my soul, ..! ! !

from the mighty Ravan to cursed ashwathama, and from the legend and memoir to diplomatic shrewdness..! !

It is streaming with soundless murmur, in its bosom lies stories strange and remote...! !

The river with full tide flowing with facile swiftness. It touched the blue legs, and absorbed divine hearts down the ages..! !

The river with full tide flowing with facile swiftness. It touched the blue legs, and absorbed divine hearts down the ages. It is streaming with soundless murmur, in its bosom lies stories strange and remote....

lift me up close to inmost shrine of impetus self of thine./