Words take birth in exotic sounds.
Incessant thoughts spin silky threads.
Spindle of mind weaves,
a subtle soft cloth of illusion,
Lie spread beyond imagination.
From vastness again a retreat, into pupa,
into chromosome of silk worm.
While sleeping in the labyrinth of time,
life ticks again into infinity.
The rhythm of music sounds from heart.
Live cosmic symphony again.
May I think that gives me a thought?
A thought that into dawns wisdom!