Beyond Oblivion

Man’s mind minds the ultimate

The business of the ultimate business

Is to busy man with an illusion

Illusory of destiny fuels his faith

Man will man his faith at all cost

He believeth in the blind to unveil the heed

The treasure of sword is his pursuit

Swipes the tide and never question who hides

The first of his task is to dispel

Yet he cares less to undo the done of the known

Why does the known create the illusion?

Man dares not to question

His qualities are imprisoned not in his search

He does not seek but follows

Man follows THE KNOWN on his search

The known illustrates an idol and serves for common good

In the world man is on a hunt

The hunt hunts him and torments his ultimate gift

The known has fixed his eyes on the perishable riches

But what shall profit the mortal fellow

Unlike the wisdom of the bee hive

The known invites the tithe of his sweet sweat

He has induced fragrance of mystic around him

Man marries his palms in his worship

Man oh man! weeps his dwelling space

The known has blown his intellect and smashed his conscious

Man has clattered the ecosystem to dine and tithe

Man whines, wrings his thought to find cure.

Give man his position

Tell him about the divinity of his originality

Tell him to destroy the KNOWN’s philosophy

Tell him to read THE MANUAL BOOK and hide his name in the BRIDAL CHAMBER