If It Is A Mystery

Language is complicated.
Almost like a mystery.
Drown in the deepest sea,
everyone willing to forget.
We turn the page over,
all of the words will fade.

Now I am guessing the meaning,
of your nerve.
Guessing the unknown, the unseen, the untouchable.

If it’s complicated, don’t say anything then.
Don’t tell.
Don’t let it slip.
Let us sit on the ground for a second.
I am not asking for the moon, the sun, and the stars.
Don’t talk.
Be present!!

Published by dydy

a student at High School of Islamic Philosophy - SADRA a member of SPS, a pres institute a member of LAFAS, a research institute of Philosophy and Mysticism

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