There has already been enough.
With no desire for more, I am swamped with surplus.
The uneasy, critical voice resounds and I feel the irksome tingle in my spine.
Once methodical, symphonic reverberation of harmonious cadence tickling me with color, now falters into black and white then simply noise.
The road I follow is soot camouflaged emerald,
But I know the secret…shh
So mollify your consternation, friend, you do not need to know what I have scribbled,
Simply recognize the jewel of the path I shepherd.
“Maktub” – The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
*It was a word that come up often in this book, but it said much to illustrate what I could mean to understand the Language of the Universe.