My soul on the morning’s doorstep
is like a tree in blossom

Since the Secret’s been unveiled
I can play the wordless song,
I can keep silence undisturbed
That’s why, on the morning’s doorstep,
my soul is like a tree in blossom

“Learn to love silence” – says a voice,
the flash of intuition merging
with my own thoughts
as a violin quivers
in harmony with the tune played on it

Sunken in silence,
my gaze turned inwards
I’m trying hard to gather
my crumbled self,
then climb the highest peak of love
and there rest

Since I’ve been leaning on a glance of sunlight
I have been trunk and crown as well;
the dew is falling on my tree in blossom,
my tree in wonder on the spring’s doorstep.