Streets of Solitude

Though the stream cannot go back to its original source Can't it get in touch with its waterliness in its course? I stand silent in a lonely street or calm in a crowd. Yet, a voice that comes close to my essence calls me aloud. I go within, like the sun, moon, and stars do their mission. I sink into my Zen zone and come out with fresh vision. My mind sets like the mercury in a thermometer. I fix each phase of existence like a photographer. I speak to the almighty in my soul-to-soul closeness. As a bloom with closed petals, I feel a unique oneness. A feeling of healing and seeing the Supreme Being Lead me to an immense joy as though enjoying skiing. Every being seems like an atom of the divine soul. Nature reveals its rainbow colours with their wondrous whole. No one looks strange. Everyone seems to be my kith and kin. A pilgrimage towards an unknown land seems to begin.