Unknown Is the Truth

How hast thou today filled up my soul
with all unknown ,
In-all of  these took  me to the truth
that could not be known,
Only the little could be drawn.

This unknown institutes of no limit
and begets a staying insight
It wants not itself for anyone to put a  margin over it.

The truth thus wills to be unknown
by itself being present in a still static
makes everything move within it,
Thee unknown who art the God
In this association of the nature
we are not even a dot.