On that Unhidden Lane

My pen sharpened
say to mark the jumbled words
tapping on the desk
on the floor my eyes do rest

A floating spirit
is waht the heart is
not to battle the mind
then the emotion comes in

Finding place to grow
to collect and meditate
th emptiness was a secret
that angels do not forget

Thoughts of different thoughts
fool the seeker's heart
mesmerize than realize
does purity still count?

True honest feelings
aroused by serendipity
not above the line
'coz certainty does not appear

most beautiful things simply resides
behind the fallacy of the crowd
doesn't notice what's not shown
but it denies the love...