Immeasurable

Can you keep your being intact

In the noisy , jam-packed neighbourhoods ?

And can you maintain it as it is 

When walking through thick silent woods ?

Do you prefer to keep an empty cup ,

Being aware of its utility ?

Or do you fill it all up to the brim ,

Spilling it tells you the futility ?

How do you answer a question

Which itself implies limit of words ?

When a truth is whispering deep inside 

Is there an option but to leave the herds ?

That when you sit together with someone

And the silence feels comfortable .

Isn't there only a meaning and trust

And the bond indeed unfathomable ?

That him in whom a vision is there

Even the limitless sky is near .

That him for whom emptiness is clear 

For him indeed , everything is clear .