Samadhi

Kneeling there unburdening our cares

Offering the little that we are,

The flowers' fragrance mixing with our prayers -

Of the transformation occurring silently

Little is known by mind or can be known

While the incessant wheels revolve interminably

And the subtle sounds of gods walk by unheard

By all but those stalwart souls who consciously

Progress in splendour, radiant and alone.