Wrapped Love

For the mind is restless and unsteady,

Mind: the driving instrument, senses: the horses,

Escaping the clutches of the illusory energy,

Eyes anointed with the pulp of love,

As the pearls are strung on a thread,

As a tree spreads its roots,

As the sun appears in many places at once

Bathed in all sacred places,

So is love,

So is kindness,

Cause outshining is so unreal in this world,

As people love portraying,

But you will find love hidden,

Wrapped in telegraphs, postcards, and letters, maybe?