Exists a realm pulsating with unsaid truths,
Lives unseen beneath the guise of common view.
I stand within its center — my story unfolding in silent waves.
Never explain yourself to anyone, remember?
Echos from that old sage Ali threading through time’s sinewy coil.
Look here now!
How you cleave silently towards The Knowable Self,
An intimate pilgrimage along your own weathered pathways — Understand?
There is no need for explanation nor rational punctuation
When exploring these sacred corridors alive within us all.
You breathe; who asks why or how? Your sun rises;
Who dares question whence it came or where it goes off to hide come dusk’s lullabye?
See there — a butterfly dances freely on gentle breezes…
Does she announce her course beforehand?
Or seek approval post flight?
Simply exulting in being amidst azure heights — a testament pure nectar taste cannot deny!
Yet we forget such simplicity when faced against outer gazes demanding clarity never owed
So why not live like the butterfly, free in your being.
Be without explanation;
you owe them nothing but a sight to see!
Queen Elizabeth II of England used have as one of her own rules "Never explain, never complain".
Spectacular.