O weave my thoughts in power
Bouncing in circles of water eyes
As numbers from a cosmic flower
Patterned in thirteen soulful cries
Everything and nothing are whole
Truth and I are compiled together
In squares of harmony we roll
As elixir of love under a feather
Of Andean condor in the skies
When nearer seen better known
Soon as we to upper levels rise
We fly in airs not stairs of stone

∴ Lyna Salman