He strokes my hair with sunlight
and lays his palm before each step,
so I may tread.
When he whispers in my ear,
the ocean dance begins,
flowing waves of abundance.
My heart is swelling
from the pain of fullness
and his smell in the air.
There is much to say,
but tonight I am drunk
on the closeness of his face.
A word on this love:
every word I write will betray what it really is.
This poetry comes not from words,
only union.
Speaking of the “heart swelling of pain of fullness”, these are some verses from the Irish poet A.E (George William Russell) which had been quoted in a correspondence between a disciple and Sri Aurobindo
Beautifully explained.’IT’ Is ‘The Divine’.
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Truly beautiful .. the pain of fullness.. of a heart bursting with the need to proclaim and share perhaps?
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