Some tmes, - I feel
floatong out of me
when all vibrations of life and living
like some supreme symphony
muse in sublime harmony
On Octave , -they float or swim
I feel without knowing -- whence it rise
nor can rationalise
what is mine or what is not
the hyacinth that floats on Ganga , so leisurely
the birds that wings, the breeze
the neighboring baby that jumps in joy
the fishing boats, the floating clouds
as if , my myriad vibrating extensions out of me
like unitary existence
of Conscious me
or, some subtle ,musing symphony !
------------------[ Composed 5 pm IST )
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