The Winds of Wonder

I am looking at the day that has no sundown

I am looking at the day that has no sundown,

At the hue ablaze in the will of the fathomless,

At purple passions of streams for the sea,

Presences that reveal mysteries of the unseen,

Coral florets flattered by melodic winds,

Four-footed hastes in ventures of living,

Mind transfigured to tranquil contemplations,

At the triune too wandering with a thousand aims;

I sense here the moment of inward magic

Rushing through the doors of thunder and thrill,

It disclosing secrecies of immortality

Locked in ebony box of the deep occult;

It shall quicken room for creative deathlessness;

I hear the warbler in fruit-laden orchard

In mellowness chanting the mantra of life;

Most enchanting is the hour brought by time

Urging eternity in the body of matter;

Swiftly it shall come with light and force and will

In excellences to live and work in own home,

A magnificence for own habitation.

5 January 2026

I hear the warbler in fruit-laden orchard