Creation leaves
no space for tedium
One is surely inventive
but in small change.
One does not seek,
has no goal, no ambition.
One already is
what one wants to be.
Fragrance of deep fulfilment
Lingering all through.
One absorbs the universe
in deep receptivity,
pours
whatever is absorbed
in one’s sponge of imagination.
When one surpasses
self, only then
one is closest
the whirling Whole.
A finely honed and insightful work that sits comfortably as a companion piece with the author’s contemporaneous post ” I Existed ” as a existentialist poetic diptych.
Thanks Louis. your view is so thoughtful and stimulating for this new member on this site.
Unilocular whole, surpassing the self within.
Brilliant!
Thanks for your appreciation.
Thanks. it is encouraging to know that essence of my thought has reached you.