Infinite Guru

Infinite Guru

Nothing will remain
It will be brief
Still I want you inside
The minutes I serve you
In the water mirror
I offer you
Endless Mandalas
Until the meeting of the suns
I touch the unreal
It makes me smile
And sigh
The stream goes by
I weave my fingers into yours
One Last Time
Today I’ll be reminiscing about you
And as the consort of infinity
I shall rise

  1. Oh… these feelings… Your words make me travel through my own past experiences. A mirror like deep sensation, painful from the mirror frozen side. Thanks for making alive through poetry our shared illusory experiences.