Friday, 28 December 2007

Morning Wish

This ineffable feeling of inexplicable joy
seeps in through inner doors so secret.

It opens hidden alcoves on occasion, unwarranted.
No special mantras can take you there, or efforts in prayer,

oh well it can coincide, if you do that all the time,
that the doors open, as if a password was said,
but in reality it was just grace.
Flowing to you without conditions, like true love,
warming everything in a glow of light sublime.

Making hearts melt down and smiles flourish in stern faces,
bodies acquire a special rhythm, that prompts embraces.

Suddenly, the magic of Antares and the her legions of sister stars,
appears in the dark of night, like a princess dressed for her wedding.

What prompts that corner breeze to whirlwind of all sudden inside?
What can command the spontaneity of the divine?

No strains, no mantras, no discipline, no austerities, no wealth,
no prayer, no chants, no magic potions, no secret scrolls.
No formulas can take you there, where the sun rises in miniature so bright
that its cool incandescence outshines daylight

This laughter of spirit is so provocative and free,
that one can only jump in the air if the body is still fit,
or sport a brightness in the eyes or a tenderness in the skin,
to caress whomever comes across as it springs.

It is merry, and happy, sublime, just perfect, its rhyme
is the engine that moves happiness, the summa cum of love.
Yes that little candle, that swift breeze, that primordial song
which is found sometimes, somehow, somewhere
so unexpectedly inside of you and me

So let’s dance with it and etch that moment somewhere in our memories,
as the dust of our kaleidoscopical actions and thoughts collects,
yes, as the debris of our point of vantage, accumulates, as if ours,
and asphyxiates our soul.

Keep it in our memories, icons and traditions,
till one day, suddenly and in total serendipity
we will find ourselves again bowing down
in that secret alcove, pulled in by spontaneous combustion.
Our hearts on fire, our feet tap dancing the only song
that can never be predicted or asked for, or bought forth.

Let’s share the glow in our eyes then, and caress the tender in others,
who in that moment of solace are nothing but one with us.
Let’s rejoice in that breeze of corners sacred that reminds us
of our best inner moments and wipes out our prides and laments.

Yes, let’s savor the kiss of the Beloved as it catches us unaware, and makes us be.
It is an old story, a romance of spontaneity, which love only can see.
No coercion is possible, no bribery enabled, no route, no discipline
nothing can harness this whimsical graciousness,
that makes everything such a delight.

The flavors of the Beloved once-in-a-while- kisses, are intoxicating
and you really can never can know when they will be in your lips

So may the grace fall upon you one of these days again
and may you remember never to forget
that ineffable feeling of inexplicable joy..

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