Dear Soul!
You are a drop from the Ocean of Truth—
Do not drift in the sea of illusion.
Its bubbles, like gleaming snares,
Sing with voices of enchantment,
Luring you in their endless dance,
Whispering, You are the one we adore.
But know—this is a mirage.
The farther you chase its vanishing glow,
The greater the distance grows
Between you and the Ocean of Truth.
Step by step, you wander astray,
Lost in the shimmer of fleeting dreams.
Good soul, come home.
Rise from these waters of illusion,
Step onto the shore,
And walk toward the boundless Ocean.
There, you shall hear a voice most pure—
A drop alone is nothing,
Yet in the Ocean, it is all in all.
For you, I ask of the Merciful
Nothing more.
Good luck, dear soul!
You have returned to where you belong,
Unbound by time and space.
—Mykoul
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