Sun, a purple ink ball,
the heavens fills with magic
on the moment of each dawn,
      paints the sky and earth
      as he madly explodes;
sitting cross legged, eyes wildly closed,
meditating on the carpet of grass,
he is in union with the divine oneness,
that moment holds forth,
---when he hears the soliloquy
    of a wild flower,  nobody cared for
      within his heart,

"I am fulfilled,
this moment means
salvation forever to me;
let the cruel rays of sun
**** me this very noon,
I won't shed a drop of tear"