Nameless

Through arches of time, a corridor unfolds, A door swings wide, and history it holds. A nameless procession, a river that streams, Each soul a droplet, in the flow of dreams. Little self-denials, threads of gold so fine, Honesties, sympathies, a silent design. In the pattern of life, a tapestry we weave, Nameless acts of kindness, in God's gaze, they cleave. Under varied names, we worship the divine, Yet in the nameless Absolute, truth we define. To see the self in the vast, formless sea, Knowledge of the nameless, the key to be free. This Ecstasy's review, enchantment's embrace, A nameless rapture, where time and space erase. Without celestial mail, audacious we tread, Within the veil, where mysteries are spread. The mass worries into nameless graves, While unselfish souls forget themselves to save. In immortality, their essence weaves, A tapestry of love, where eternity cleaves.