Seven

Like the seven continents

We carry seven sentiments

Each separated by a sea

They support our heavenly tree

From the flower that blooms on the top

Nectar flows, when we drink a drop

We come alive, wearing life as a plume

Time aids in spreading a divine perfume

From the lower to the higher

As each sentiment is lit on a pyre

Hands become wings, legs feathers

We stumble upon hidden treasures

Why seven? When fingers number ten

The question won't come again

When we forget the mind which counts

The seven steps it takes to renounce