There is a Pearl in my palm,
I like to keep It there, and there It likes to stay.
It looks like purity and feels like eternity.
The Pearl is unknown to the World.
And knows nothing of the world.
It knows no discrimination, and no violence.
I have found true freedom in its being.
It is meant to roll along the infinite road in all of its traits;
not stagnate in my grip.
It is meant to soak up incredible light,
not hide in the darkness of my grasp.
I cannot think of letting It go; It is my only source of joy.
But I cannot hold on to It either-
A crushing end is all my precarious hands have to offer!