The blink of spontaneity

Not mine and still I pine
Without hunger and thirst
Ever unborn the soul
Journeys towards finale
Mammoth time expanded
In a blink of spontaneity

Always the journey came closer
And always the journey went far

It was the peeling
Which caught me to seed
And sprouted somewhere
Into leafy green there
The murmur hence came forth
In whose rustle all danced

Always the memory came in
And always the memory vanished away

It was the reading
Through thine eyes
Which caught me helpless
Blind was I born
Impacted Vision galore
In thy touch Divine

Still not mine and still I pine