The wine of silence
has loosened my tongue.
I have fallen in love
with the unspeakable.
I only want to sing
what cannot be named.
After midnight,
while others are sleeping,
I listen to stars
roaring in the void.
The stream of the world
flows back to this
ineffable fountain
in my chest,
vanishing into the darkness
where creation begins
as a murmur,
"Let there be light."
Very quietly
in the un-created garden
an inch
below my heartbeat,
a seed explodes
into a flower,
God explodes
into a universe.
Image: James Web Telescope, exploding star, Times of India
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