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