On a silent night When I was engulfed in dark clouds Pondering on the essence of faith seen and unseen
My inner-voice thundered to me:
Focus not on the actual that earthly minds can calculate
Dive into the universal lake of nature.
The divine is of all that is created and recreated
Like season are to nature
Mankind is to cycles…
There’s a flow that shouldn’t be disturbed
The price of suffering will be at hand
And yet I tell you – there’s no higher learning
Wisdom then should be a bed of comfort
Knowledge without common-sense is a lover
That is………………destined to be-head you…
Everything you see, you can’t hear—lightning?
Everything you hear, you can’t see—thunder?
Do your eyes and ears deceive you?
Do you see me with your eyes?
Do you hear me with your ears?
One doesn’t have great evidence to
This is knowing the unknown
This is not knowing the known…