Quiet, clean, holy,
innocent,
In the stream of
incessant love
Am I dipped,
Neither the shadows of
love,
Nor the sprinkles of
senses,
Staring into the calm of
the hollow,
Imagining the goal ,
Enlightening the soul,
Do I step forward the
way
That twists and turns
into the void,
As the heart finds only
one thing,
Peace, peace and more
peace.