Flowers bloom secretly.
Pigeons fly without wings.
It desired to cultivate dreamland in the mind.
The color of the sky is blue.
That sounds good.
similarity with the darkness,
It awakes light in the heart.
Heart floats in developed dream.
Dream hides amidst of darkness.
Precious jewel protected in secret.
Without physical grace
And patience less,
As pleased as magpie robin,
As moving as deer,
Heart is engaged and busy in a very austere vow of dream.
The fight of night with day secretly,
Frightened hornets flee to far-off.
The friendship of beauty with flower,
A small slice of moon slowly moves and loughs loudly.
It claps with a loud noise from the cracking sky.
Fate smiles with rapt attention,
And eagerly often counts time.