He who is invisible,
Yet intelligible
He who is invincible,
Yet yielding
He who is 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 into his heart
I bow down and pray
till my soul embraces
The Super Soul
Unto my last breath