shadows of clouds.

Beyond the shadow of the illumined and the depraved

I see a place, a sacred land amidst the patient and the steadfast

A beautiful place whose bounds know no limit

Harmony in Oneness is the rhythm of the day and the hymn of the night

The ones whose heart's wrappings carry righteousness have found delight in the presence of Light! What A Land!

As I sat down thinking for awhile, my mind spread a thousand miles

thinking about the sunshine that unequivocally rises from the east

thinking about the way mankind is enamored by things and people that are fake

thinking about a life of crooked twists and turns mentally and physically

thinking about the way our hearts are hardened by depravation of sight, inner sight. 

The stones of our civilization are like shepherds that feed themselves and neglect the flock 

human beings like the cosmos consists of two elements, the internal and external

from the largest nation, 

the "imagination"

creation acquires its inception.