You cannot perceive a rainbow without an array of colour,
Or know the majesty of colour, for it being bereft of rainbow,
You cannot conceive of a single soul,
Without knowledge of the divine source from which its zest blows.
Could you see the pearl in the moon without the rust of the red burnished sun?
Through which the cosmic fires run,
You could not be moved power of a single rhyme,
Lest you see how it's spilling in to the cosmic song, dancing throughout time.
Long live one truth, to which I am devote,
The world is a myth, the cosmos our home, souls reared on a spiritual outpost suspended on a light mote.
One creation adorned by flowering hearts - kin and twin - that cross on path of bliss,
Every mind wants to know what every other saw, prithee tell how you see like this.
Beaming, beating, bubbling hearts, waltz through the flowering universe,
The poet cries end of Love's dearth, and communicate its joys in verse,
Now thou hast give me the knowledge of my path towards eternal delight,
In knowledge of the unity of all things I will source my light, take flight, and fight.