To my beloved:
The Wind of seasons,
And the season of winds carry
The leaves shake with titillation.
I see the Sufis, and They-see
How Mother Nature’s curves
Are made of both
Light and dark essences,
The experience of watching them swirl and
so fast it can be dizzying
And delighting all at once,
But, no matter.
The center is the point of
All things.Whose origin is seamless.
So vast that wind cannot penetrate it.
The beloveds are at home
Saturated in the
Nectar of primordial Authenticity.
Enveloped as the whisper of whispers,
The entirety of near-silence,
The edge of All Beginnings.
Ka Malana, ©2014
Music in space: Nurai Lita, Kafez, Buddha Chillout Lounge
2 thoughts on “Whisper of Whispers”
15 minutes in to the video and I was already airborne and flying at the edge of all Beginnings. A wonderfully sensuous fusion of image and sound to tease the mind and relax the soul.
Perhaps it is the sensual allure of the ‘centre of all things’ but I am still happily dreaming within the whispered words of your poem. I do hope you’ll be writing some more… 🙂
DN – 06/04/14
Thank you for enjoying!