I see a plain
One of infinite fervour
With Daisies and Chrysanthemums
I see the River and Rain
Dancing along
This Very Plain
Singing With Infinite Sustain
Then, I see
A great Wall
Unimaginable it is
And Yet so Known
I see the river
Flowing with grace
And I know
It is Paradise
(Birthed by this mysterious barrier)
But As I look aback
I see fire and Cinders
Raining on
A ‘Then’ Fiery River
I see only distress
A hell, One with
A rabid demise
Yet I know
I know it too
Took form from the high rise
Yet again, I turn forward
To see only light
And nothing more
A blinding silence
As silent as death
Death which runs through
Every atom of it
I knew again
I knew, it was the Mighty hill
From where it arose
Finally, I walk
I walk to the beginning
Before the Rivers and Rain
Yet, I see again
The Great Mountain
Full of Light and Dark
With Embers and Ice
Hence I come to know
The beauty and Calm
The great Rivers, all of it
Are the Children
Of This Mighty Mountain
Hence I contemplate
Of what Great a Nature
Is this Scene
Of calm and Fire
Of creation and devastation
Of Beauty and Destruction
Of Serene Quiet
(Answer me the forebearers:-
Tell me where is it??
Tell me what it is??)
And I Know
It is the closest
While It is also the farthest
It is most Known
And It is Unbeknownst
I Know it is ‘The Mind’
The fruit of its creation
The rivers and rains
The scene and the stage
Over which it plays
Its very own play
Reeking of Death
Where an Immortal entity
Acts the most ‘Lively’ Role
This entity, ‘All-Knowing’
And is truth itself
Is your own ‘Self’