He who is invisible,
Yet intelligible
He who is invincible,
Yet yielding
He who inscrutable,
Yet stands to scrutiny
He is who is Almighty,
Yet benevolent
He who is pleased
With a flower of love
Than with a tower of gold
He who swings
Ceaseless cradle of life
Tossing between extremes
In the lull of full of life
And dissolves cries and craves
I bow down and pray
Till my soul embraces
His Solo Soul
Unto the last breath