As fragrance that lies in Jasmine
waiting for the blossoming
As a vibrant butterfly waits within
the lifeless cocoon
As the brilliance of the sun
waits behind the shadowy night
The Divine awaits beneath the veil
of ignorance, a product of
illusory boundaries drawn by
the insecure creature, to lift.
The effulgence of the Divine obscured
by the fog of mental malice.
A seemingly endless thought
and emotion weaving webs
of Maya. In efforts to find
Comfort sacrificing the very Cosmic
In the blossoming of this
Being lies the Source.