Ever attuned to racing heavens
I know altitude of every near and distant sun
my heart throbs in galactic glens
where lord-borne cattle go grazing.
I am mystery of wombing void,
I orchestrate musical band
of many a giant and baby star
on eternity’s symphonic scale.
In heart of benighted chaos
my live orchestra is hidden
in dense forest of stars,
in frenzied flight of flaming skies,
in giddied motion of musical galaxies.
I am fire of life in ashes gloom,
symphonic harmony of spheres,
the birth travail of black holes,
procreating silence of timeless void
birthing immovable star worlds.
Soul to soul,
microcosm to microcosm,
all homed in one macrocosm
where every cell blows
the bliss of beatitude.
Attuned ever to choiring waves
serenading to far of heavens
reverberating galaxied resonance
of countless earths, stars and suns,
all glowing in gloried splendour.
Freed from worldly travails,
my soul soars to celestial realms
where silence rings and sings.
No burden on my chest,
so light and carefree
cozy in my home of rest
none there to disturb my sleep.
entrancing I drink of silence deep.
Thinking only of what liberates
a stair I raise to the ultimate,
fire lighted with the breath of Om
engulfs me all in the mystic flame.
No desire, no passion,
no craving, no longing,
all swallowed in wickless flame
rising from the heart chakra in my being.