In the dreaded forests of time,
where do you wander my mind?
Brushing aside the leaves of the trees,
moving forth to an unknown destiny…!
Stop shuffling the branches that shrug,
don’t abhor the thorns that pierce,
for they will guide you to the place,
where your peace resides since eternal age…!
Bring the joy of embracing a soul,
to the face from the heart endear,
chant the words of contentment ,
till fate takes you more near to the Almighty of the world,
whose having a look on all your work…
Awaiting your cry,beholding the wait,
HE too cries and says ,
“Where do you get disoriented…?”
The longing for the divine grace,
equals the seeker and the graven image….