WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, INNER THOUGHTS

INNER THOUGHTS
All inner thoughts in this short life,
All superior principles,
All evidence of truthfulness,
All good virtues,
Give its own birth
Just from our own senses.
All our beginnings knock
At the closed door of truth.
Our eyes are on the hilltops
Our finger-tips are in the valleys
Or at the snow falling mountains
Which are far and far beyond,
Down in the sounding ripples of blue lakes,
We all touch our hands to
Wash our mistakes and sins
Like we take part deadly games of life
Along with tiny pebbles of destiny
we have been to hell and back many times.
We make out all about heaven,
We all had spoken to God only few times
Since we all are busy…
We dipped our dried lips
Into in the blood and backbone of the dreadful.
We are in an unknown zone of God’s own love
Another passionate capture of beauty
Our name is truth, only truth
We all are His elusive captives
Williamsji Maveli