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These lilies surely have stolen the blush of my cheek
And their leaves, the plump of my rounded breasts....
And, oh look!
At the centre of their unabashed open petals!
Do they not resemble the depths of my hidden core?
The Goddess ! Oh ! I suspect!
She transfers Her youth like a pollinating bee from form to form to form of Her very Self,
Magically, wondrously, sensuously,
Beating her very own game of creation
Where birth dies the minute it breathes
As death takes birth unconditionally alongside...
Where all is a game of transience
In the lap of eternal transcendence
Such a wonderful composition mam. I read it again to fully understand.. you are talking about nature, it’s many forms and how the divine force is at work in creating perfection in everything. How nature is all encompassing. And the laws of nature and the circle of life and death are just the very essence of everything that is always evolving - rising and passing..
The depth of your thoughts leave me speechless Jigyasa - the lines “Where birth dies the minute it breathes
As death takes birth unconditionally alongside..” Simply brilliant - and conveys so much !