primitive analogy

about to hit the sack

a question crept aloud

a thought beleagured

left me astonished

revealing like whirls of calm waters

as i glimpse the depth

the reason sinks deeper

the stretch of sky is empty

in voids of time and traits

how can finite grasp infinite?

how can darkness fathom light?

facing the mirror

i was watching myself

and the analogy stirred me

how can 'i' and 'myself'

exist on seperate reference

how one complement others presence

we dont live in carpentered world

but in circles rolling out

operating on frames

with a change,the only thing

which has always been "constant"

a grip on mystery

a shocking halt

ONE consciousness gripped creation

and drowned it in the fluid

we are the mimickery of

consciousness and creation gelling together

it was my reflection in the mirror

primitive thought ,a gift of dawn

held my rocking mind to rest

sleep the cousin of death

younger and cozier in wrath

like death it invigorates to a new dawn

silence had loads of communication tonight

guiding me to penetrable untouched depths

life happened and continues to do so

reason kept me floating on the surface

for now i begin to sink to the depths

of enormous love and life and grace.......