Wednesday, September 12, 2007

~ c LOUD s ~

Clad in white
for day and night
move like a bride
walking down the aisle
none can miss her
so do you
Casting a veil
on your comrade
sun and the moon
uncharted journey
is the way you say
veil is the illusion
is what you impart
if not for you
who would know
the eternal sky
subtle as the mind
silent as the speech
your name unveils
the loud truth
hidden in your body
named "cLoud"

2 comments:

Swahilya said...

Beautiful poem!
I remembered this. When thought clouds come crowding in the mind,there is a heavy downpour of tears as rain.

Merging Point said...

yes swahilya.
Tears of gratefulness flow down
when the cloud of vasanas are dissolved by the grace of the Master to experience the glimpse of Truth