I won’t know yet
until the sun brings up its face.
As it lightens up the dew,
I turn into the rainbow.
I am but these flowers in my garden
dancing to the musical winds around them.
I am nothing, yet I am here.
I was nowhere, yet I am now here.
In the very beginning of time,
when nothing was yours or mine,
came a small little ego.
It has made me suffer ever since; through.
I wander and hunt.
With my own creation I confront.
Hiding the 'self' in a hole,
I separate it from my very own soul.
I am deep desire inside you heart,
burning down and knocking hard.
I am here, for I was meant to be.
You forgot me? How could that be?
In and around, all day long,
gushing and rushing, all these sounds
take me away, away from You
and I yearn, for a moment of silence, with You.
Was blind couldn't see You.
Was deaf couldn't hear You.
And now when I want to yell
my tongue seems to have gone mute—
muted by my actions
that my voice cannot reach You.