Oh, closer to the Absolute,
In out­lines of moun­tains indigo sky is slowly melt­ing into
Shad­ows,
Lean­ing away from set­ting sun and over­cast­ing darken mead­ows,
The End and ulti­mate Begin­ning, the Sham­bala of Soul
Where Yin and Yang cre­ate a ver­i­ta­ble Mean­ing…..
Enchanted Mecca of the Moon, tran­quil­ity rein­car­na­tion,
where stars engrav­ing con­stel­la­tions
Cre­ate a crys­tal clear path for tired soul to find its rest..
There lived a Solitude…for years
She hid in creeks and slept in Shad­ows
With word­less stars on silent nights
With clover bed at moon­lit mead­ows
Alone…for many years..alone
Sur­rounded by peace­ful Bliss
No one to love…No one to miss…

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