Evolution of Love 2

Spirit

Neither the ends, nor the beginnings, it seeks only the journey, the spirit is the eternal traveller.

“Anitya”
Impermanence

He looked as if the snow flakes have gathered for one last dance before they give themselves to the burning sun.

A faint tune spoke of mysteries they absorbed from the blue mirage, they were being a part of.

The world is ever transient, evolving,

In it everything changes by the second

Is there anything even close to permanence in this fleeting world ?

And if there is something...

...to hold on to.

Than that anchor can only be discovered within,

as an essence of love, life’s breath.

To take that voyage, is to know how to unlearn,

To feel deeply again,

the caresses of time,

the dance of dualities,

It’s emanations and dissipations,

The triangles of the womb & the seed infusing,

The union of birth “laya”
And the summation to the source “pralaya”

the tessellating beauty of fractals,

The silent humming of cells,

stars transforming,

and everything made from their remains,

is infused by this.

Yet even they collapse and fall like leaves,

in the great expense of the space, searching...

Asking the same questions perhaps...

To what is permanent in this ever changing world?

A gentle voice hummed...

“Where the stars keep vigil, worlds dissolve and are born anew.

A cosmic memory brims along the farthest reaches of our being, felt in the sway of trees and waves.

For everything in the now is dancing, weaving the breath, across the solar shores.

Embrace it.

Neither the ends, nor the beginnings, it seeks only the journey, the spirit is the eternal traveller.