The soul, the vibration of the source energy
Of this infinite universe,
Came across this beautiful earth stage
And was drawn to play its role
In this drama of the world,
To weave a thread of light into its darkness
And do something for Its betterment.
It adopted this apparatus of five senses,
But lo, the soul forgot its true existence,
The source from which it came,
Took this body as its being,
And the veils of illusion covered its sight.
The purpose blurred, the vision lost,
And the role it wished to play—forgotten.
In this wilderness of mind, it wandered
Chasing shadows, believing them real,
Mistaking the fleeting for the eternal,
Until the whisper of its essence arose,
A gentle breeze stirring the silence:
'Remember, you are not the body,
Nor the name or form you wear,
You are the light, the spark divine,
An essence beyond space and time.'
With each breath, the soul returns to the center,
Seeking the Source that calls it back,
To reclaim the thought once held close,
And fulfill the role it was destined to play,
Becoming a beacon to the world once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A motivational poem to realize the self