Written by Arjava under a mango tree in Goa (on tour) a few weeks ago.
We who have been caressed
By the timeless intimacy
Of the deathless
Who have listened to the song
Of the One who sings
Without a voice
Who have followed
The unseen steps
Of the great conductor
Who have pierced
The veil with eyes
Tightly closed and unmoving
Who have felt
The silken touch of the void reaching out
From nowhere to no one
Who have smelled the intangible fragrance
Of the infinite and have tasted
The myriad flavors of nothingness
Are better prepared for the inevitable
One breath in
And one breath out
Featured image credit to Sameer Shiba
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