Like the starry sky of the newmoon day
Where small stars twinkle like poor winnocks
To the ceaseless black mysterious Heaven,
The world you live is not what you know,
Too abstruse for sense, too tall for reasons,
Too thick and deep for diffused perceptions
Which distance truth while touch the truth
Like the distant stars, diffused in the sky.
The night is thick and too huge to break
Where inadequate mind in childish freaks
Create front world of cause and effect;
The face is true but the soul is not false
Like sculptured walls round the sanctum sanctorum
Or the blood and flesh that hide emotions,
The subtle world beyond the known horizons
Dictates acts and laws to the sunshine world.
Like short strip in vast spectrum of light,
The known in sharp focus as narrow band
Creates a queer note that the conscious mind meets
As the only truth that is known to exist;
But, neither the visible is truth nor all truth is visible;
Like the unknown truth like the mind that throbs in body,
The dark storehouse of wild precious treasures
Feeds the starved obvious world in trickles.
The unknown knows all, the unseen sees all,
The unknown contrives all past and future;
No known rules work, no known roles sell,
All is a cause to an evolution there;
A subtle dark world of no end and beginning
And perhaps no present and dimensions of space,
Where no roads lead, what no knowledge lights,
But, still exists like the infinite space.
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