Ultimate State Of Being Poem by Prabir Gayen

Ultimate state of Being
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In The world though it is not heaven,
With deep painful drowsiness,
Do I witness the emptiness
of the essence,
The blows of life for mind
being immature,
and not easy to find rest.
Thou art in some place
in some other way,
The mortal and the divine,
The day and the night.
The mind thirsty and soul heavy,
Seekingthee in forest and
cloistered hillock.
Thou art busy with light in eyes,
The flame of divine banner.
Wistful mind roams here and there,
With pain of joy to meet
With noted one.
Tears of joy floats me to unseen pain,
With hope in heart to find the way certain,
Hope goes above hope and nothing happens,
Life as if becomes an unnamed challenge,
The pity falls on pity and flows as if river,
going downhill.
To thee have I given this small mind,
Empty as one who dies with no cause.
Desire finds no crack to hide,
Hope rolls on dust and dirt having no prime.
I know thee as rainbow of life,
In the sky never to meet,
The meeting of eyes may be delusive,
Still eyes spread the couch of its eyelids,
To view the glory the Almighty ordains.
The mellowing penchant and luster of lust,
Peer to dive deep into thy ocean.
The worry draws to meet the naught,
Ifthe tree of thy soul becomes unwilling
To share the shore,
The banyan tree in which knowledge flows,
Thou art my silent song of an endless tree.
Like Creepers will I embrace and thy branches will spreadabove heaven.
Sucking honey from blossoming flowers,
The soul will be still with stillness thou offer.
Desire will roll onto thy feet,
Kissing dust to settle down thy smile.
With strong imagery or shallow stroke,
Letmy mind be dissolved,
Like the disappearing morning star,
Let my soul drop onto thy soul,
A symphony may not ring for secret fancy,
Upon thy heart will I meet,
The charmed spell of living delight.
Beyond my reach and within the grip,
Thou art a soothing river with water to lave.
With love full of stars startle me with knowledge profound,
The gradual flash of emptiness,
In the stony wall of disappointed heart,
Knowledge seems unable to attain,
Become thee my knowledge,
My resurrection to fullness.
Thy coolness like the mist -clad Moon,
Honeydew falling onto my sheath,
The Bodhisattva of Bodhitree,
The nectar falling into death.
Will I die to attain fullness and
Thy beauty wilt be my path.
Clandestine footing into being with being.
Cosy arms however dull anddecaying the path love brings the rest ultimate.
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