Echoes Of Truth Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The river of thought overflows its banks,
Pure, unceasing, bright and clear.
Unashamed, it winds through dreams,
A living current that redeems.
I am the Truth.

Each thought, a thunderous, vibrant roar,
Ignites deep ecstasy at my core.
From dawn to dusk, through darkest night,
Every atom pulses with light.
I am the Truth.

These thoughts transcend the shadowed veil,
Into awakening hearts they sail.
Consoled by the flute's soft plea,
My soul—the flautist—sets them free.
I am the Truth.

So potent these thoughts, my truth takes hold,
A war drum's rhythm, fierce and bold.
Pulsing strength in fearless acclaim,
Resounding through both crowd and flame.
I am the Truth.

For all that's spoken, all yet to be,
These thoughts persist eternally.
For I am thought, cast in flesh and bone,
My soul's enduring, timeless song.
I am the Truth.