My friend told me that, 'You seem crazy when you speak'!
'If you want to appear nice, better don't speak!'
And went on, further,
'You must not only be quiet, but should write!'
I pondered the paradox, of the expressions and it's means.
Does beauty of the self, seek words or praise, or even recognition?
Or would It find the approval by just being itself, here in the heart?
While the world mostly asleep, through a dark night,
A secret woke up the soul, with deep spirit in sight;
In the silent darkness, the soul sees neither it's fault nor others.
Music pauses, crossing the distance between the notes, the lower one awaits the Higher one's grace;
When made empty of all noise, the low & the high became One!
In oneness, when words have gone nought, the music begins.
Oh friend, what can I write then? Would the beauty of the self, be denied, because others can no more, see or hear?
Come, let me share the secret;
My treasures have been found in you, for yours in mine.
Be the voice, I be your words;
Be the instrument, I be the notes;
Be the night, I be your moon;
In oneness, let's complete our expressions!
Dwijaha says, wanderers know;
For the Creator, exists (in) the creation!
