Like a Sunflower…

Like a Sunflower,
That follows every moment of the Sun,
So, I turn towards you,
To follow you – my Joy!

Like the purple mimosa,
Recoiling at the sight of the deer,
The vagabond deep inside,
Surrenders to thou elegant grace!

Like the humble drops of falling rain,
With no desire, and no ambition,
Fall freely from the stony cliff of ego,
Here I fall freely to the depths unknown!

Like the relief of the sigh released,
Feeling the weight on the limbs,
Sink I to the solitude of aloofness,
Eternity of insignificance and obscurity!

Dis-integrated to dust,
Being one with reminiscence of that rapturous Joy,
The lovelorn soul becomes one with the song,
The Song of the Eternal Togetherness!

In unison with the memories,
One with the intoxicating fragrance from
The deep recesses of the long gone past,
 Dances the soul, one with the Joy – ecstatic to the core!

When the self does not exist,
But only that exists,
Is that in-expressible ardor,
That trance of attraction!

A beautiful world,
Where nothing exists,
But only that Joy, That Bliss.
 That never-ending symphony,
In the theater of the heart!

In the loneliest juncture of the journey,
The traveling soul is but ecstatic,
For he is not alone, But is eternally escorted,
With the closeness of those inebriating intimacy of thy thought!

Like none in the physical realm,
Is that Love eternally sublime,
Handicapped it is for none,
In the expectation of a manifested reality!

It lives its own life,
Free of captivity of the limitations
Of the world of form,
Eternally throbbing with life!

With its own pride, and Its own grace,
Silently passes by the soul,
Births after births,
Millennia passed by.
Deep inside in the innermost core,
Lies on the venerated altar,
The flowers of dedication,
Of that immortal Love!

Like a sunflower,
Deeply bound with the love of the Sun,
My soul eternally woven with the Angelic phantasm,
Is one with the Joy of that sublime Love!

Seasons come and seasons go,
Sunflowers grow, and then wilt,
The Mortal cage around the soul,
Decays away in its own death!

But that surreal and love for my Inamorata,
Lives forever, One with the elements – forever and ever!
Long after this flesh and body decays away to dust,
Long after this identity is lost in obscurity!
Forever young and free – throbbing with the sheen of Life!
Keeps flying with spread out wings,
The ethereal and pristine,
Love of Thine!

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