A cavern or space, the celestial spin doesn’t determine
The spirit remains quiet while holding the keys close to the heart
Until the shadows disappear; there is no communication other than silence
Implausible for many when vacuous words create unnecessary uproar
Everything seems merry through the fabricated perspectives
Busy pursuing duality and finding an escape with the shadows
The owl’s piercing gaze through a haze demystifies an escape
Perceptions acquire depth when the dodgy cloak is blown away
The orb balances everything through a celestial vision
Every landscape has a vision that is waiting to be discovered
-Amitav
