Thought
Nature’s woven fabric ruse
For her children to amuse
Casts spells to her spellbound
Till her stitching is unwound
Entrails, blood, filth, worms,
Phlegm and myriad microbials
Unseen to blind vision thus
Despite boils containing pus
Exposed to mind seeing true
Nature holds her deepest clue
Hers real power, wealth, love
Rich treasure more than enough
Mind’s inference the only fault
Relieved if she unlocks the vault
Follow signs shown everywhere
Pray ask her to her secret share
Prayer
O Mother, when will you reveal Thy totality? How long must I play in the dark? Thy tempting glimpses are no longer enough. Immerse me, surround and drown me in Thy bliss.
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