The feel of GOD

With my throat overwhelming ,
with it swallowing the eternity-
of the songs of nature
and that of mine.
The vision that transcends eras,
that heartfullness with the heart-
it's lightest pump.
And this is the art of poetry
without words,
with which no language
no letters
no words
no sentences
and no literary
had thence got its soul,
its breath, its pump and
its life.
The heartfullness of the thou immortal dreams,
Immortal thoughts,
And with mortality of age:
had I had all the immortals-
that arise deep inside the-
infinitely divided atoms of my
Soul's search.
That I feel GOD

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