The tiny mysteries

The tiny mysteries
He was telling me the mystery of Mispha
And the lingam washed with the milky water
Remained still

I came to a place called knowledge
Got aware of my ignorance

She was telling me the mystery of Delphi
And the white pigeon spoke in vein
From the heaven down to the isle

I came to a place called will
Moved heart- stones and multitude of passion

You were telling me the mystery of Gabriel
And the sounds of tiny bells
Under the myriads of flame rainbow wings

I came to a place called Love
Built my settlement of beloved and
The praying room in the middle
Of the temple
And I stand contrite
For all lost YOU