To the Unknown

Words move toward the shore of silence Where they’ll crash with deafening defiance Every color springs from white light Thence they come forth to confuse our sight Sprung from the unknown to return there once more After filling up and emptying life’s store From the one to the myriad and back again To explain the reason for this flux no one can Any movement of the mind upsets the balance Bound to the swing of the pendulum we pay penance It cannot be spoken, painted or written down What is revealed to the eyes is just a colorful gown Wrapped in her garment the wearer remains hidden “Let those who have eyes see”, it has been written