What in the world do you find mysterious than the universe? The colors in the rainbow, Or the stars in the night? The shining moon or the burning sun? The raining shower or the lightning in the sky? 'Nothing from the mortal world', 'It's just her, that holds the galaxy within'. Just the colors of her eyes, you'll delve into, Not blue, brown or black It seems that I don't comprehend the color of that. Beholding the essence of her mysterious eyes, I told her, she's beautiful and wise. Its the ocean of sorrows, or the cascade profound I don't know if I drowned. All colors of rainbows in her heart, And billions of stars in her words, Sunrises to brighten her day, And the moon to just gaze her way. Concealing a bunch of arcanum within, Enclosing the fences of her heart, That no one can behold the darkness in her. Mysteries and mysteries sheer, That I don't find anyone inconceivably mysterious than her.
Like a swarm of cicadas, gathered around gaslight, higher cosmic wisdom embraces the castaways the unsaid word heals the souls scarred by an illusory world of sounds in solitude the irrefutable truth dawns over the blessed hearts. Meditation is sniffing lines until the pain goes