Of this path, uncertain where is its conclusion:
Not even a start is there, and also no finish;
Yet to go ahead there's no prohibition.
Whoever has devised this course,
With twists and turns that rise and fall–
While moving there is just one thought:
The Unknown, my Known must become.
Oh the Path-Maker, You stay curtained off;
You don't come under Earth's touch.
Amid heart-core always You call
In cadence and song, continuous.
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Oh my Love, what have You done; and where do You lead me?
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