I'll walk backwards through a mirror of smoke;
Convert my form into energy and transcend.
Empty in an ocean of ****** bliss,
Conceptual ideas are split in two.

Soft and rounded are the edges here,
Damp and full are the colors spilt ~
Melodic is even the wind of my haven!

What use is it..
This haven is our home!
Cleared could the smoke be,
By the beauty of universal unity..

Language is just a symbol,
when you understand its form.
But what could be said of the
beautiful emptiness from which it is born?

That is what I mean,
the moment of fullness
found in between.
It's like the mind of God
manifests through living dream!