I experimented
to fill my words
with a sound
and
A great void came
thrusting upon me;
Soothing none
but
To reveal the true essence
of my form
The seed of the Mantras;
Like an empty glass
ever thirsty
to take a drink
of that
single void
that
keeps pumping me
to the realms
higher
ever vibrating ‘nada’
An eternal string
The sound without a sound
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
A poem of great subtlety and depth.
So humbled dear Sir Vijay Nair Ji!
Thoughtful, eclectic and insightful!
Very humble by thy kind say dear Sir Louis Kasatkin.