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  1. `nova

    `nova New Member

    Song of the Soul...
    In the depth of my soul there is
    A wordless song - a song that lives
    In the seed of my heart.
    It refuses to melt with ink on
    Parchment; it engulfs my affection
    In a transparent cloak and flows,
    But not upon my lips.
    How can I sigh it? I fear it may
    Mingle with earthly ether;
    To whom shall I sing it? It dwells
    In the house of my soul, in fear of
    Harsh ears.
    When I look into my inner eyes
    I see the shadow of its shadow;
    When I touch my fingertips
    I feel its vibrations.
    The deeds of my hands heed its
    Presence as a lake must reflect
    The glittering stars; my tears
    Reveal it, as bright drops of dew
    Reveal the secret of a withering rose.
    It is a song composed by contemplation,
    And published by silence,
    And shunned by clamor,
    And folded by truth,
    And repeated by dreams,
    And understood by love,
    And hidden by awakening,
    And sung by the soul.
    It is the song of love;
    What Cain or Esau could sing it?
    It is more fragrant than jasmine;
    What voice could enslave it?
    It is heartbound, as a virgin's secret;
    What string could quiver it?
    Who dares unite the roar of the sea
    And the singing of the nightingale?
    Who dares compare the shrieking tempest
    To the sigh of an infant?
    Who dares speak aloud the words
    Intended for the heart to speak?
    What human dares sing in voice
    The song of God?
    Song of Love..
    I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's
    Wine, and the heart's nourishment.
    I am a rose. My heart opens at dawn and
    The virgin kisses me and places me
    Upon her breast.
    I am the house of true fortune, and the
    Origin of pleasure, and the beginning
    Of peace and tranquility. I am the gentle
    Smile upon his lips of beauty. When youth
    Overtakes me he forgets his toil, and his
    Whole life becomes reality of sweet dreams.
    I am the poet's elation,
    And the artist's revelation,
    And the musician's inspiration.
    I am a sacred shrine in the heart of a
    Child, adored by a merciful mother.
    I appear to a heart's cry; I shun a demand;
    My fullness pursues the heart's desire;
    It shuns the empty claim of the voice.
    I appeared to Adam through Eve
    And exile was his lot;
    Yet I revealed myself to Solomon, and
    He drew wisdom from my presence.
    I smiled at Helena and she destroyed Tarwada;
    Yet I crowned Cleopatra and peace dominated
    The Valley of the Nile.
    I am like the ages -- building today
    And destroying tomorrow;
    I am like a god, who creates and ruins;
    I am sweeter than a violet's sigh;
    I am more violent than a raging tempest.
    Gifts alone do not entice me;
    Parting does not discourage me;
    Poverty does not chase me;
    Jealousy does not prove my awareness;
    Madness does not evidence my presence.
    Oh seekers, I am Truth, beseeching Truth;
    And your Truth in seeking and receiving
    And protecting me shall determine my
  2. Sanjay Mazumder

    Sanjay Mazumder ~..::MASTERMIND::..~

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