A dividing line, simple and clear,
Between the wakefulness and deep sleep.
How to cross this threshold, to draw near,
To a state where we're conscious and awake?
Our truest self waits past this seam,
In realms unseen and yet profound,
Where answers to our deepest dreams
Are hidden, waiting to be found.
Unless touched by divine insight,
We cannot bridge this vast divide,
Nor grasp the pure, eternal light
That lies beyond, where truths reside.
We must traverse this chasm wide,
With effort and a striving heart,
For in the quest to be truly alive,
We unveil mysteries that set us apart.
Embrace the quest, despite our bounds,
For in our limitations, wisdom's found.
MyKoul
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