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After 15 years of hibernation, I feel an urge to travel light!...By letting out all that, That I in my 'Silence' bottled up inside. Some thoughts, some sketches, pictures & drawings...woven as poetry; the way I look at life.

Where...Equanimous Your Heart Is….To Rose & Thorns…

  • Writer: megloke76
    megloke76
  • Sep 21, 2021
  • 1 min read









Has Love Brought you to A Place Of Such Understanding!

A Place Of Beloveds Spontaneous Instinct!

Like the Light that touches on Prints

Has Been Seen Only By That Quiver Of A Heart Beat!

Where Long Walks with Coco,

Are Filled with Silence,

Yet A Gust of Wind…

Unabashedly Spills The Joy Of Your Heart

Upon the Rustling Leaves!

Where Moments that your Mind Made you

Believe Were Lost….

Only To Be Discovered in Loosing

Minds Very Thinking!

Like A River Of Tree, Blue,

Untouched Flows & Gurgles Within…

Yet You Write Upon Waters Of Time…

Yet Time To Is No More!

As Equanimous Your Heart Is

“To Life’s Thorns & Rose!”

A Vast Expanse Of Space

As Your Heart Swallows The Mind & it’s limited Body…

Where The IDENTITY, of Ones Mind;

“I”-Dent’s- It!”

& All That Remains & Is

This Nothingness, This Emptiness Of My Beloveds Silence

Where Joy & Smiles, Hopes & Light

Flutter your Very Being!

Until even That Flutter Dwindles Into Peace!

Have You Felt My Beloveds Kiss!

A Life that takes care of itself!

If You leave it Untouched By A Mind that

In Thoughts Often Sinks!

Until There’s Emptiness & Nothing!

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You cannot Rescue Yourself

From the Place Of The Mind

But Only…

“From the Place of Awareness!”

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Instinct is that Subtle Voice of God!

Just Go With It…

For in His Immense Grace;

He Gives It…

“Even Without A Thought!”

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Where Mind doesn’t Exist, Time too doesn’t Exist, these Pictures are taken on instincts beyond time-space. Attimes the writings is given after years of a picture taken, Yet it all Amalgamates in Love

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©️ Meghna/2021

 
 
 

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