Journey To The Whole

Having awaken from long hibernation,
I ran
Towards
An invisible image.
A band of seekers,
Thirsty of divine nectar;
Drenched in the holy shower;
Having not any sense
Of being animate,
Was after my shadow.
I danced,
Making harmony
With the rhythm of the drums,
Being beaten by the men fulfilled;
As a nymph
Being mesmerized,
In heaven,
Dances in the tone of
Apollo’s lyre.
The leaves of the pines,
Around the high mountain,
In jocund,
Embraced the breeze;
As a bevy of beauties,
Swaying their hips,
Caress their lovers
In great glee.
The sun, like a groom,
Brought a golden stole,
And covered the mountain shyly,
As if his newly wed bride;
Shining her limbs
With the golden, warm and healing attire,
No more cold was there now.
Through the golden path
My bare feet passed;
And took me to pinnacle;
From where,
None could be seen in the earth.
The unlimited power
Extended me
Incessant shower.
I soaked myself
With the velvety touch.
For a moment
I forgot myself;
I had no sense
To perceive
His carnal presence.
A whispering voice
Of my heart
Silently
Gave me a part
Of information of the whole.