After eternity ( Guardian)
You are
something that sacred
Nameless soul,
ancient: stay
Alive even
in annihilation,
Sustaining
spirit hoisting
Seamless victorious
banner.
In deluge
and aridity, like
Unseen power banishing
Macabre coil of oppression.
You are the
ancient kerb
guiding through
valleys
sacred rivers and high mounds,
even in my nocturnal
journey
of dreams
and capturing moods
of empires, you stay on.
You are
that something supreme
Stay me
through broken stores;
like hermitage let me wander
in ascetic purity and detachment.
Why this
life of death in living:
You tap
our defunct flat root
enter into
synergy of abiding source.
You are
no longer a shadow,
a living
present make us
adore
roots of ancient past
flowing
through all – liberation
of flame
burning though and through.
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