In the formless sky,
kindling light in beautiful lamps,
I am moving forward.

Under smokeless light,
with raindrops,
through threads of lightning,
I string my garland.

You reside in my mental temple,
within the flooded streams of ideation.

Under the shade of leaves,
in lime flowers and lotus buds,
You let nectar flow.

I know that there is beginning after end.
I accept that beauty is located within the formless.
This is why I ever keep Your form

in the bud of my heart.