The Night Of Summer
Sitting on the sand and glaring on the sun
As, it turned from its youthful yellow to age old crimson
And, its fury turning to calmness and love
I felt cold beneath, somewhere deep inside this heart.
I, pinched myself again
To see, if still feels
The numbing voices of the sacks of meat
And, the rushing monster of steel.
My heart, sunk itself in the ocean
To find the pearl of truth
And, to perceive the hidden secrets of almighty
Hence, discovering the age old truth.
As, the sun kissed the ocean
And, the light for one last time of the day, I still wonder
“Is it better to be a preacher, and dictate the fragmented and fragile lie
Or, be a monk, and walk on the way of truth which I designed.
The truth of this world and other-world is just hidden inside the deep layers of our heart, protected by Deep Illusion. Can be founded just by using the most precious key ‘TIME’.
CHEER UP 🙂