Till The Source
You can touch
Ultimate cloud of wisdom.
The winds you feel,
The thirst you feel,
The energy of thrill,
The love of infinite zeal,
Everything will emerge,
When you “Trance” from the Surface.
All the reasons flatters,
to diminish clutter.
Just the purity & light
Consumes your sight
It’s not imaginary flight,
But your consciousness becomes Bright.
In the midst of its brightness,
Everything is still and silent,
Even if it seems valor and violent.
Let everything flow through your being,
and your entire existence becomes serene.