Equation of the Spirit
The celestial mist opens its mesmerizing gaze
The temporal wonders in it will amaze
As through abyss stars shift and phase
The beauty of the surreal sets the spirit ablaze
But the same mist in essence of the soul
Is almost as glorious as the theory of all
The flower of unconceivable number of petals is not only to wonder but to extol
Yet there is no discontinuity in that ever-growing mist of soul
Nonlinearity in mist is beyond expanse yet it has continuity
There lies its wonder its majesty
That which cannot be named is no longer absurd despite of nature of continuality
But stars don’t control just reflect destiny
To what destiny mists of soul are the key?
What would the person see?
Perhaps very divine glory
Perhaps the essence of all things to be
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