The Night Passes Through The Opening

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The night passes through the opening

of an eye,

the river flows through the passage

as blood and water

meandering down the mountain,

Arunachala clouds break

into insight,

returns

the darkness to the light,

gathers dropped feathers

along the way,

 

small mirrors of iridescent longings,

 

small journeys along a primeval path,

breaking thoughts

borne not of

credence

borne not of

decadence

 

nascent

heaven, earth

from the

most noble

of all unsung sonnets

of all the living,

having

returned from the dead,

 

having

returned

from the silence

held in the Lover's breast

in the Beloved's heart

 

as it flies away,

 

free

 

as a bird on wings.