©Narendra Rai….July, 17, 2016…. The Outer Light I am not in the world, the world is within me Like the sweet scent lingers within the flowers So is the whole world lies within me in the Dungeon of the soul and the soul traverses Through the nature capturing and rupturing Of the eternal beauty in chilly and in sizzling days And in days and in nights, in the calmness And in the murmur of brooks, in hissing of floras By gentle touch of waft of wind and the ethereal Unheard music is purred through the dales by The arrival of the morn –the wheel thus whirls Around in gradual movement birthing both in turn The night and the light with hidden mystery Of the carver that lies ere each unveiled In the breaking of dawn and on arrival of the night Still the blindfold keeps ceasing the inner wheel To twirl around hierarchically both inner and outer— And the whispers of leaves at the bank of brook Some having blue song of lost life to the ground And from them again the life takes birth piercing Out 0f the heart of the earth and some having full of Ecstasy of inceptive of hey-days of life with each Passing moment moves towards taking their last breathe of life being an eternal part of whirling wheel… The tender touch of the howling wind to the Body kindles up all the dead senses of soul and russet Placid rays bring unprecedented images to mind That unites the life with unseen world of inner-self… The light caresses across hands that unfolds The Intuition song and hearkens within one to be sung by inner bird to the beauty of nature and nurtures unwavering waves of consciousness to the light and the world seems to be within One full of love In the light of one’s inner light is lit up by the outer light of the life to yield the Intuition to fuse with all hues of the Redeemer… ©Narendra Rai…July, 17, 2016… Written by: Narendra Rai…