Innate I see

In me flows the golden stream, 

the dance of the five winds

The collosal havoc of the seas that fall

and through me float the seven realms...

In me is all that I seek about

In me is all I see

The storms they call, hovering large

Thundering in the hallow abyss

It breaks the chasm between the great and fell

It creates a new felicity.

And yet flows the golden stream down the valleys of mind

But now it is deeper in crates

chasms in its hidden graves

The stars that shun their lights in day

And the moon with which at evening they embark

The sun that heats the million hearts

And that night the moon it vaunts

That is all but a display of my innate winds

The display of all that is enlarged

And thus falls the golden rill, shallow as a upveal

But I know not where the sap all went

Into the hallows I perceive

The little daisies that rock with airs

And the little frogs that croak

The little millets gnobs that during rains they come

And the drops of rains that fall

All of them I connate view

view in you and me

The stream has now reached its mouth 

ready to reconnect its zeal

The cosmic sound that vibrates so hard

That it shrivels the hearts of me

It is my own embark

deep within near thee

And that is where my mind pours all out 

Creating a reposeful entity.