The Seed Syllable

My mind seeks its peace 

In your lotus feet 

Your feet equally bowed by cosmos 

I am reduced to your favourite flower 

And I am never restless 

I adorn you with the best gemstones

My life the experiences you gave me 

You live in the sanctum sanctorum of letters, oh, letters like jewels with their sweetness 

My darkness Blends with your white skies

We form the red realm of beautiful volition

I am no adept to quote a hymn on you 

You are there on the throne, in the Bindhu ..of the celestial sounds, the universe forming the sacred wheel

With its endless petals, triangles and Pentagons and squares 

You are the Queen the most enchanting one, my mother, my teacher 

You enjoy the art of the spirals awakening 

You enjoy the acts of the brave and bold 

Come to the altar of my being 

Severing the blocks of plexus 

Opening the channels 

Pour in to me thy bliss 

The nectar of wisdom.

That drenches my quest and quenches my thirst 

Your smile heals the wounds in me 

And your light enters me creating a new me

I don't resist it this time,  

The most beautiful, most revered 

You captivate me, conquer me 

Invade my inner self and there is no more of me 

I sublime in to the 15 syllables 

I die and originate in the 16 syllables 

A breath is left ...now 

You know and I know

In that ..Inhalation., pause and exhalation

Let me conclude my eternity 

A seed ...remains 

Covered ..engulfed with illusion

Inside you manifest, as the seed of illumination...