Book of Life lies open
with patterns we can see
the secrets of the Universe
where soul is set free
It is all very simple
and contained in the words
which give order to chaos
and make clear the absurd
Cannot be understood with science
and superstition will always fail
needs a well trained eye
before big picture can prevail
It begins in small way
when separate meaning from sight
see the colors and textures
shining from moon at night
Sometimes when look very hard
things will tremble and disappear
until there is only light
and the meaning becomes clear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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