My Stella - 74 Comments

Death is the end of clinging and holding, The more close we are to death the more proximate the life follows. Life rests at death and mind with all its wish and appeal melts into quietness of everlasting Fixity....

Death seems dreadful to all aspirant hearts, Death is the end of chattering mind. No one wants the end of tidal waves - to be ceased, to be quiet. The bubble though too pimping and miniature, It is full to enjoy the cessation

The black cloud with shower of densely deep darkness doth delve in my heart the flash of anamnesis of elapsed days....

Death is the end of clinging and holding, The more close we are to death the more proximate the life follows. Life rests at death and mind with all its wish and appeal melts into quietness of everlasting Fixity....///

Death seems dreadful to all aspirant hearts, Death is the end of chattering mind. No one wants the end of tidal waves - to be ceased, to be quiet. The bubble though too pimping and miniature, It is full to enjoy the cessation.

Death seems dreadful to all aspirant hearts, Death is the end of chattering mind...

I am a consumed flame and my inner dolour finds metaphor in you. You are my pain inborn and intrinsic and motivation to end the cycle of life

My heaven is gone with the riches that balm the seeking heart of mine with repugnant cosiness.

Death is the end of clinging and holding, The more close we are to death the more proximate the life follows. Life rests at death and mind with all its wish and appeal melts into quietness of everlasting Fixity.

Death seems dreadful to all aspirant hearts, Death is the end of chattering mind.

Childhood passion is no more and I am drawn to you - to your wild eyes, beauty of my defunct days,

Hungry, sad and elegiac were my quotidian life. My parents born poor lived poor and richly deserve a departure with poor hearts

I am a consumed flame and my inner dolour finds metaphor in you. You are my pain inborn and intrinsic and motivation to end the cycle of life

The black cloud with shower of densely deep darkness doth delve in my heart the flash of anamnesis of elapsed days.

Death is the end of clinging and holding, The more close we are to death the more proximate the life follows. Life rests at death and mind with all its wish and appeal melts into quietness of everlasting Fixity.

Death seems dreadful to all aspirant hearts, Death is the end of chattering mind.

My heaven is gone with the riches that balm the seeking heart of mine with repugnant cosiness... ..........

The black cloud with shower of densely deep darkness doth delve in my heart the flash of anamnesis of elapsed days........

The black cloud with shower of densely deep darkness doth delve in my heart the flash of anamnesis of elapsed days

Death seems dreadful to all aspirant hearts, Death is the end of chattering mind.