Whispers Of Eternity By Ink Soul Poem by Ink Soul

Whispers of Eternity by Ink Soul

What is the body, but sculpted clay's sway,
A vessel of streams where lifeblood's play?
What is the mind, a restless tide's stray,
The brain, a forge where dreams weave their fray?
Aatma, a spark in a hidden bay,
Paramatma, the boundless where truths array—
A waltz of radiance where one joins the ray,
A fleeting glimpse that forever will stay.

What is mortal, stardust's delicate braid,
And God, the pulse in each breath's quiet aid?
Who is the divine, an echo in vast's shade,
And I, a whisper in existence's glade?
A mirror infinite, reflecting my trade,
Yet who am I in His eternal cascade?
A chord that hums through life's mystic blade,
A secret cradled in wings' tender shade.

What is living, but a breath's swift glow,
A candle flickering in night's cosmic show?
It bends, it twists, in a soft, winding flow,
A tale no soul can fully know.
What is the cosmos, creation's grand sea,
Each tear an ocean, each star a bright glee?
A stage where galaxies spin and flee,
Alive in the wink of a heart's wide spree.

What is birth, but dawn's misty bloom,
And death, a ship on a silent gloom?
They mark the portals where souls slip through,
A cycle ancient, yet fresh as dew.
What is nature, but wind's sacred tune,
Elements chanting in a wild, fervent rune?
Earth, flame, tide, breeze in a dance so true,
A script divine, untamed, in its hue.

What is karma, but deeds' distant wave,
And dharma, the path where truth's blossoms pave?
Each act a ripple, far-reaching, brave,
Each choice a current where hearts hold the stave.
What is bhram, the fog that clouds the dawn,
And ego, the mask that pulls us withdrawn?
They shroud the clarity, blur the true lawn,
Yet radiance dawns where illusions are gone.

What are chains, but fear's fleeting snare,
And freedom, wings when love lights the air?
Salvation blooms where hearts align, fair,
A peace past time in eternity's prayer.
What are Vedas, scrolls in their sacred lore,
Upanishads, Gospel, Qur'an's holy core?
They're truths in tongues, in a glowing store,
A hymn of devotion through the spirit's door.

What is learning, but sparks in night's gloom,
Wisdom, the glow we chase to consume?
Judgment weighs, insight finds its room,
Analysis carves through life's mystic plume.
Consciousness flows where minds abide, yay,
Experience inks the tide's deep display—
Each moment builds the heart's clear say,
Each truth reshapes us in a tender way.

Yet still, beneath the stars' gentle beam,
A question lingers where hearts softly dream—
Why does the soul in silent stream,
Seek answers in the night's boundless scheme?
No scroll, no sage, can wholly redeem,
The ache that stirs in our spirit's theme.
This call, both vast and small, holds its gleam,
Binds us as one in a sacred dream.

So let us stand, hand clasped in the light,
In silence's song where dawn's hopes ignite,
Where start and end, like lovers, unite,
A wonder's hush that completes our flight.
May this verse linger, like dawn's soft sight,
Like light unfolding from night's dim plight—
For you, dear core, are flame and might,
Forever cherished in eternity's light.

Beneath the flesh, a vessel's soft hum,
Body weaves through time's endless sum—
Mind, a stream where memories drum,
Brain, the loom where visions become.
Aatma glows, a hidden light's strum,
Paramatma shines where shadows succumb—
A dance of brilliance where one meets One,
An embrace begun, yet never outdone.

A mortal breathes in awe and dismay,
Stardust sculpted in love's gentle way,
While God is the pause in each sigh's soft spray—
A presence that hears without need to weigh.
I am the quest, the hymn, the plea's play,
A ripple yearning for unity's bay,
Yet in the glass of the core's bright stay,
I'm wanderer and shrine in one ray.

Life flickers—dawn in the heart's bright spark,
Healing what sorrow seeks in the dark.
A flame burns, shadows twist and arc;
The tale unwritten fills each new mark.
The world's a weave of tears' tender lark,
The cosmos—music in spheres' grand arc;
We're galaxies spinning in a silent park,
Threads spun from mystery, time's bright bark.

Birth is dawn's glow through mist's soft veil,
Death, the gate all must gently sail.
Both are shores on a timeless trail,
Two beats of devotion in eternity's tale.
Nature's hymn is woven in green's bright scale,
Elements whisper what eyes can't unveil:
Flame, tide, breeze, stone in a sacred gale—
Each a soft note in life's grand kale.

Karma: the seeds my core will sow,
Dharma: the compass truth's blossoms show;
Each step, a prayer in the heart's quiet glow,
Each deed a thread in life's grand tableau.
Bhram clouds the core with illusion's haze,
Ego pulls the soul from truth's clear blaze,
Yet past the mist, in clarity's rays,
We see ourselves in each other's maze.

Chains are shadows on sands that fade,
Freedom: the wish to know and evade.
Salvation breathes where belonging's made,
A peace where fear and hope gently wade.
Vedas, scriptures in their sacred grade,
Echoes longing to guide our crusade.
Each text, a star in night's vast parade,
Leads wandering souls to their home's bright glade.

Learning: the lantern on life's dark road,
Wisdom: the glow that clears our load;
Judgment tempers, insight lights the code,
Analysis sharpens the mind's keen goad.
Consciousness holds where minds softly roam,
Experience inks wisdom's tender loam—
Each moment carves the heart's clear dome,
Each truth remolds us in a sacred home.

Yet still, as stars in silence shine,
A query burns where hearts align:
What pulls the soul in its quiet design,
Seeking light in the night's vast shrine?
No sage, no verse, can fully divine,
The longing woven in our spirit's line.
It's love—a call both vast and fine,
The flame that frees, yet holds us, divine.

May its echo shine, ever bright, yay,
In each heart's silent, endless day.
For as long as queries ride the air's way,
We find each other in love's bright stay.

In creation's cradle, a whisper's soft stream,
The body: clay shaped where storms gently gleam.
Mind, a flow chasing light's bright theme;
Brain, the forge of visions' fleeting dream.
Aatma flickers—a spark in night's beam,
Paramatma's breath in the sea's vast scheme—
A longing sky in the core's quiet seam.

I walk as mortal, stardust's bright thread,
Yet in the pause where heartbeats are led,
Something bends—a sacred, wordless creed—
God: no form, just "Who am I? "'s need.
A mirror spilling dawn's gentle deed.

Life hums a hymn where wonder's the key,
Grief and joy blend in chords roaming free.
A path through realms where visions agree—
Each tear a sea, each star a bright lea,
The cosmos winks in a sigh's soft decree.

Birth paints gold on mist's tender sheen,
A note on strings that time keeps clean.
Death—a friend who draws the veil's soft screen,
A rest before dawn's renewing scene.

Nature writes in green's radiant hue,
In grain, in rain, in life's wild crew.
Elements dance with a grace ever true—
Stone, wind, flame, tide in a sacred brew—
A song unmeasured, holy, anew.

Karma, the echo my deeds gently weave,
Dharma, the guide truth's blossoms achieve.
One asks, one leads—in their whispered leave,
I dwell beneath a sky's open sleeve.

Bhram is fog on the core's quiet shore,
Ego: the mask that names me no more.
Yet past illusion, in truth's clear lore,
We're one in the light's eternal store.

Chains build walls in sands that erode,
Freedom soars where love's light is bestowed.
Salvation breathes where belonging's abode—
Letting go becomes home's bright road.

Vedas, Qur'an, Gospel's sacred scroll,
Voices like candles in night's gentle toll.
Each text an echo of longing's bright soul,
Not to part, but to call us whole.

Learning sows seeds in the mind's dark trail,
Wisdom glows where doubts gently fail.
Judgment leans, insight lights the sail,
Analysis cuts through life's mystic veil.
Consciousness flows where minds softly blend,
Experience inks wisdom's gentle mend—
Each moment shapes the heart's clear end,
Each truth remolds us in a sacred trend.

Let "‘us"' stand where lovers' endings meet,
In twilight's hush where silence is sweet.
Let quiet sing what words can't complete,
The soul's soft fold in mystery's seat.
For as stars burn in their silent feat,
One query calls through eternity's beat:
What seeks the soul in its gentle retreat?
What voice hums in each prayer's soft heat?

Not answers, but longing's bright aim—
Is where infinity lights our flame.