It’s not the world seen round you,
Even the world of things we view.
Landscapes of creation blind us,
Without vision we leave in fuss.
And even your body’s life exciting,
It’s only part of a world inviting.
With touching souls we unite our minds,
A resultant creation is ours and thine.
If you are willing to look deep,
A message comes and breaks the sleep.
It’s the invisible yet perceivable being
In someone’s eyes whom you are seeing.
The bond of love that brings us near,
Touching one another is possible here.
It’s the essence that softly sings
Whatever happens we’ll be as kings.
It can only be seen when we are freeing,
It’s the beauty of the spiritual being..
