Solitary sages sought the hidden flame in the boughs of infinity

solitary paths led them to the cosmoses of sanctified satchidaananda 

the Virat  was hidden.from all visions: but yet the truly powerful ones 

sought him everywhere truly mesmerized by his glorious presence.

The golden castle on the other side of the river beckoned them

Yet the journey was replete with dangerous landscapes fluttering

in fierce wings of sanctified fire inflaming all into new ways of light ~

 a solitary dove fearlessly led them as the Virat’s immortal messenger.  

The journey was never ending through mysterious shelters of fragrance

through tapestries of luminous dreams, encountering luminous meta-beings

encountering divine flora and fauna in precious spaces of spectral suns ~

paradises were infinite moments of infinite references infinite moments

of no reference in seamless cosmoses cascading endless bliss for each and all 

the Virat gloriously hidden to reveal his secret face, his mysterious words

on the eternal rapture dawns of the fiery Apocalypse of infinite silences