Vibration1 min 164 1 min 164
The body looks for the supplement, the will spreads wings.
Inside the heart, therefore, the shape is imagined.
From sky to universe to the road of cosmic time,
As a feel for the body, the existence remains confined.
The just-unjust - calculations - would have got confusing,
Had the humankind not found a shape, amazing.
Zero and infinity are quite an enigma.
Between them, there lies the pain of soul and soma.
The allurement of dreamy joy and invisible illusion -
Everywhere there is chemistry, hidden.
The creation of new is always in pain -
The irresistible, impassioned, vibration's rain.
The vibration is old gold - the root of creation.
The vibrated is, therefore, in quest of jubilation.