Self-Realisation (Sonnet) Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

The rustling leaves in the mulberry-trees,
The green grass, evergreen beneath our feet,
The ecstatic state naturally of Bliss;
No artificiality: —complete.
The shining Sun of day, and Moon of night,
The candid dreaming of the childish youth
Awakes as angels, and is taking flight
In the celestial essence of its truth;
Through mere transcendental meditation
Delves within its depths for recognition:
Thus encounters Self-Realisation.
On the frequency of intuition
Mind is mute: —the self-purification
Unifies with the Supreme Creation.