High on Waves

Tattwa Darshi

Won't you close your eyes
and look inside,
It is a land of fairy tales
and a million lights,
They call it paradise...

The land where the gazelle
frolic unharmed,
And the flute-bearers play,
Where unknown galaxies revolve
in patterns beyond space.
Where the lotuses bloom
in colours that take your
breath away.

It is where the rainbow ends
And there is that pot of gold;
We call this knowledge
Transcendental Bliss,
Beyond the fantasy finds spun
of your dreams that shatter and break.

So look inside to seek, and you will find;
Knock and the door will be opened.
Take courage,
Within the darkness resides the Light.