A divine light set the stage,
offering a distant view
to seekers with sacred sight.
Through the telescope of vision,
fixed on a beacon of eternal truth,
my essence emerged, unveiled—
even from corners I thought remote.
Strategic mirrors, well-placed,
reflected where truth resided,
guiding my searching gaze.
I shattered these veils,
their fragments scattered—
no longer barriers.
There it stood: truth embodied,
dwelling within the seer.
Day yields to night,
and night births the day—
a ceaseless rhythm revealing my truth.
In the shared memory of their dance,
I anchor my gaze, steadfast,
upon the sacred resting place,
where eternal truth abides within
MyKoul
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