- -My Stella - 84 Comments

She was my purpose, the light of my soul, My pilgrimage. I was lost in thought and prayer and my stella Knocked my self as no- self. .....

She was a form, a pure mind, But I was lost in formless fragrance. She was knocking at my mind and I was wondering the interiority of being. ....

She was a form, a pure mind, But I was lost in formless fragrance. She was knocking at my mind and I was wondering the interiority of being.

She called me again and again, But I was rapt in my emptiness within. She came and stood at the threshold, But I was outside the room and I missed her love.

She came and called me, But I was looking at the star, The star that was dissolving and dying.

She was my purpose, the light of my soul, My pilgrimage. I was lost in thought and prayer and my stella Knocked my self as no- self....

She was my purpose, the light of my soul, My pilgrimage. I was lost in thought and prayer and my stella Knocked my self as no- self.

My eyes are blank, ears deaf and sense useless, My heart is empty and I am absent as person

She was my temple, with no image inside, She was a mirror of mine that reflects no image.

Something broke when I listened to her, Something intrinsic and tremendous possessed me and i was a miserable one. She was my own outpouring bliss, Sharing the song of my heart

She was a form, a pure mind, But I was lost in formless fragrance. She was knocking at my mind and I was wondering the interiority of being

She called me again and again, But I was rapt in my emptiness within. She came and stood at the threshold, But I was outside the room and I missed her love.

She came and called me, But I was looking at the star, The star that was dissolving and dying.

At the threshold! ! ! ! To behold her love. 👫😍 Thanks for sharing this poem with us.