Whispers Of The Divine Fire Poem by Prabir Gayen

Whispers of the Divine Fire
('In love's embrace, the soul transcends its form,
Through passion's fire, the self is born anew.')

Had we been a single petal on a flower,
quivering with longing in the breath of dawn,
had we been woven into one deep pulse,
melting like wax in love's eternal fire,
we would be whole, and time would cease to flow.

Your breath would spill upon my trembling soul,
like molten rivers coursing through my veins.
Our bodies—hungry, wet with fragrant heat,
would rise and fall in waves of desperate thirst.
My lips would drink your sighs like the elixir of dissolution,
your hands would sculpt the unfolding of the Eternal Truth upon my form.
No walls, no space, no boundary would remain,
only the pulse of love's unending tide.

Oh, in thy gaze, I see the eternal light,
that dances on the brink of heaven and earth.
We are both fire and wind, and yet the same,
our union born from flames and tempests wild.
Each touch, a spark, ignites a storm within,
each kiss, a wave, that floods the quiet soul.
In thee, I lose my name, my self, my thought,
for we are both and none, a timeless form.

The sea within us swells and rises high,
our bodies now like tender reeds, entwined,
our breath is like the murmur of the breeze,
carried on the rivers of forgotten dreams.
We float within the tides of love's pure realm,
our souls kissed by the fragrant light of night.
In sacred union, we find no edge nor end,
for here we are the flame and the fire's breath.

There is no need for prayer, for we are one,
not seeking, but flowing in love's sweet embrace.
Each moment a prayer, each breath the truth,
the divine unfolding in our limbs, our hearts.
We need not temples, nor sacred chants or books,
for love itself is the temple, the prayer, the book,
the touch of our hands the offering to the divine.

Through breath that ascends like sacred fire,
we rise beyond the limits of this world,
to touch the space where wisdom speaks in silence,
where love is the way, and truth the guide.
In every sigh, the cosmos reveals its face,
in every kiss, the universe learns its song.
As we merge, we transcend form and thought,
and in our union, we become the Infinite.

No need for words, no need for temples bright,
for Krishna is the sound in silence deep,
the flame that burns and yet does not consume.
In thee, I am both nothing and all,
the boundless universe and its quiet center,
and in our love, the eternal flame is born,
shining bright, though unseen by mortal eyes.
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@Prabir Gayen
2 April /2025/3: 44 AM