The more the days that come by
The more does it get mysterious
Each day unpacks in creativity around me
Making me stay in wonder perpetually
She hides herself in the withering leaves
In the waning moon, in the soft breeze
My cells does she hide in, in my emotions too
Peeping out from everywhere,
Only making Her presence evident
A picture that is as puzzling as ever
Am very much in the frame
My heart does yearn, once at least...
To step out of the frame for the real view
My hand when stretched out for help
A hand does come by and take me to the skies
For a glimpse of the whole in one go
Indeed, grateful am I to this guiding light
None other than my Master,
Alive today in skin and blood
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