An impulse to cut into my thin bones,
Toes rigid, fingers senseless, the shin numb to movements
Its the urge of the soul to search for a truth
Among the highest plains for an invincible halo!
A presence, inevitable,
Invisible though to the naked eye.
Deep in to the calming waters, moving in synchronic motion,
Darkness, not sinister, but echoing a life undisturbed,
I find a peace enclosed in mystery.
The creatures lie so deep and down, oblivious to the curious intruder,
Surrounded by a surreal presence Who emanates
Their spiritual security,
A sanctity for their click.
May be He dwells where life runs
Departed from human terror,
As dictated by the Master, unpolluted by vicious thoughts!
In the red flames of a dancing lava,
Or wriggling in muddy slimes of paddy fields,
On the banks that border transparent rivers
With slippery algae of varied hues,
A spirit lies watching every being guarded.