WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

COSMIC WHISPERS
Another dialogue with dawn, a whispered plea
To those drops of rays that wakes the sleeping earth,
While I converse with midnight’s soft anonymity,
The shimmering silver glow that heralds quiet new birth.
Each commune holds a truth, a transient grace,
One vibrant, bold; the other, hushed and deep.
Yet neither sphere can hold its destined place,
Nor endless vigil over mortals keep.
For sun and moon, in cosmic dance unbound,
Are but reflections of a greater gleam,
A fleeting show on hallowed, sacred ground,
Where all existence flows within a dream.
Thus, knowing impermanence, souls aspire
To find the Permanent, the quenchless fire.
WILLIMAJSI MAVELI