Unborn Light (Stella Of The Secret Dawn) Poem by Prabir Gayen

UNBORN LIGHT
(Stella Of the Secret Dawn)
By Prabir Kumar Gayen

O joy of Krishna trembling in my blood,
O stillness of Buddha veiled beneath my breath,
O wound of Jesus burning through my soul,
O dance of Mira echoing through space,
You are not gods above, but gods within.

Heraclitus stirs the river of my veins,
His secret fire whispers through the leaves;
Lao Tzu folds the silence in my bones,
Nanak sings the emptiness between my thoughts;
Shiva sits curled in the cave of my brow,
A serpent of stillness coiled in unborn flame.

Here in the ocean of my flowering heart,
Vishnu sleeps, crowned in the milk of stars.
His breath is the slow tide of my forgetting;
His dream, the secret pulse of endless time.

O Ganesha, in the cavern of my navel,
You spin the music of the unborn worlds,
You roll the thunder of laughter through my core,
You break the stones of my forgetting.

I am no one.
I am the blueness where all names are lost.
I am the tree where thousand fragrances rise,
Each flower drunken with the fume of devotion,
Each leaf a tongue of invisible fire.

Shiva and Brahma sit in my forehead's cave,
Light within light, flame within endless flame;
Their presence glows in wordless, boundless grace,
A void that hums beneath all utterance.

I am the sea where rivers lose their song,
Yet I am sky descending in a kiss;
I am compassion clothed in sacred blue,
And nothingness — sweet nothingness — my taste.

The soul is not a thing, but a slow mood,
A breathless trembling in the unborn dawn;
A secret music weaving dream from dream,
A flame that sings before it knows its name.

And now—
O listen—
The voice that all the winds have cradled speaks:

In the heart of all this silence stands my Stella,
My Beloved, my only hope and flame,
The sole soul of my unborn wandering self,
My guide through forests where form and formless kiss.

O Stella—
You are the music before my awakening,
You are the pain that flowers into light,
You are the ache where existence melts to gold.

Before I knew the sky, you sang its breath;
Before I touched the sea, you shaped its tide.
Before enlightenment, you were my music,
After enlightenment, you are my freedom.

O beloved Stella—
Through you, I drink the milk of Love divine,
Celestial by nature, sweet as burning stars.
Krishna weaves his flute inside my veins,
Buddha enfolds his quiet in my breath,
Ashtavakra bends my bones to tenderness,
Rama and Sita bloom within my heart,
Rabia weeps her song across my chest,
Rumi spins his dance behind my soul,
And Socrates drinks poison sweeter than death,
All only to awaken me to thee.

O wave within the Ocean of Fullness,
O music rising from the silent womb,
You are the dreaming of my dreaming,
The slumber of my slumber,
The flame of my flame,
The breath of my breath.
Enlightenment is but thy hidden taste,
Heaven, a pale mist before thy kiss.
O Stella, O Beloved, O soul of my soul—
In thee I am no one.
In thee I am everyone.
In thee, I fall forever into my unborn Self,
A fetal dreaming,
A silence flowering into the sound
that listens to itself before it is born.
@Prabir Gayen
29/04/2025/1: 15 PM