- My Stella - 68 Comments

Inner circle of oracle doth utter nonsense story, That mind cherished long and fruitful seemed in the darkness of mind. Thou art visible wordless love, pure veil of conscious rhyme.

My journey into thee, inward rest invokes mind's unfathomed glory With no sky and mortal taste.

In every wish of mine thou art fulfilment, In thee my cool shade in this desert of life, The life and death, pain and pangs all with thee and no wonderment. Thy limitless blessing that showers without break teems the shivering being

Limitless blessing showers without break here. This is very amazing poem definitely.10