Enlightenment

She never knew there is so much feeling,

In this tender heart.

She conceals them in the remotest corner,

Where none can reach.

And something trickles down the cheeks,

When sitting beside the window, she recollects memories,

Submerged in supreme satisfaction.

The dense darkness of the room,

Pierced only by the glow of an unsteady candle flame.

What does she observe as the mirror reflects?

A true self, a feeling of complete submission.

The breeze still bears the aroma of incense;

And echo of the evening prayer.

When she sees the deity fading fast in mystery.