Empty Mirror

- Empty mirror -

On the open field with doors of
Joy,
All around the root of silent tree archaic,
Empty mirror the leaves, bloom and burgeon.
The open sky the breast of unsaid arcanum,
Each moment is full of sinewy dream,
The cup of empty alchemy,
The wordless communion.
The trees harbouring nestling and birds
Twittering,
The wind blowing with loads of deflowered
redolence,
Mirror the truth frozen with deep intimation.
A vain man am I to cultivate the realm of
Ultimatum,
I am the everest and the blade of grass
To nourish the dew drops that fall to reflex
The shadow of sublime self,
The sweet depth of aloneness.
The euphoria of intoxication with the whole of
Existence,
The season of timeless fragrance,
Spells me out to deathless depth of myself.

by Prabir Gayen

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