Thy careful caress
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Love too much on the tiny breast of time,
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. O dear thou art one for whom I am formed again and again and die with totality of consciousness. In the web of consciousness thou art My unconscious blessing...///
In the deep self of mine I find thee as my Inner being weak and motionless, As rapturous somnambulism
A beggar in mind and soul is uplifted with thy rich accosting celebration of surrender
- - - - - - - - - - - Love too much on the tiny breast of time, Impetuosity of pain with cipher perception On the cool shade of thy bosom, I am wordless for thy divine with no conceptual Way of caress...
Inner being weak and motionless! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
SO DEEP AND BEAUTIFUL IS THY POETRY IT FATHOMS DEEP IN MY LONELY MIND HOW ONE DAY I WISH MY POETRY IS AS LOVELY AS THINE ...WELL DONE PG I HAVE BECOMETHY FAN
fragrance of existence with existential fulfilment. This life is thy oblation and immolation Of thy future for the rootless present