Miss Samsara Poem by Ayni Poet

In the middle of stillness
An echo of footsteps reverberates,
And suddenly contours rise from flatness,
Now the mind perceives a world.

The steps are usually fast, sometimes slow,
Always changing and almost restless,
Visiting Infinity yet leaving it untouched,
Singing for a moment the song of Life.

She often thinks it left home and must return,
Shredding its dress of curly energy
But illusions cannot go anywhere,
They simply are the mist of the great Abyss!