Poems: The illusiveness

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What’s illusion? I could neither touch time nor air!
Should I stay here or should I go somewhere?
Likewise my forwardness comes afterwards,
But I can not control myself,
I see only the light of birds flying out of my mind and carefully
I feel that is my sight.
All I hope around me in the emptiness are
some beings in the beauty of our nothingness.
How time plays ‘Hide and Seek’ game, You see,
while You are Yourself playing the game
so that we feel of You and Your name.

The mightiest power You exert time and again
throwing light and air here and there and then
You make us plaything like a huge toy
on earth, the symbols of Your only Name and Voice
that You exist in the beauty of the light and the darkness
where we tend to be serving from Your commands
within the race.

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