We are drifting on rose-thoughts, clear-eyed,
Watching for the cracks in the Infinite’s Mask
Invisible wings, invisible worlds, now tangible
Appearing out of blue Nothing as from a genie’s flask

Life is a stranger to them who dare not fly
Who see only the wrinkled old face of the rugged earth
Who bow to the demon of fear that rules their minds
And ridicule heart’s rapture and soul’s mirth

Beyond the known world of fossilized glory
Truth’s sanctuary waits for sacred footfalls
And the humble knock of its seeker, love’s adept
Immortality hidden within its secret walls

The outer world is a chiaroscuro of noise and din
Real only is the brilliant world within.

– Abhinabha Tangerman.


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