White clouds sailed down like a whiff of melancholy to kiss to the mountains before wafting to the heavens to join the cosmic mystery.
Thoughts are putrid air in a dingy room. They nauseate. My heart pains.
Can light ever disobey the one who said “let there be light” and camouflage into the sacrilegious web of darkness?
Light never knocks, it gate-crashes to live it’s destiny; it’s a melody, no one has seen its wings; the discerning floats with it to join in the cosmic mystery!