I bathed my being in the ocean of my heart,
With subtle care I did—with subtle care.
I bared the soul's deep mysteries without fear,
With subtle care I did—with subtle care.
I bore the thundering blows of sacred remembrance,
With subtle care I did—with subtle care.
My soaring thought brushed the edge of heaven's rim,
With subtle care I did—with subtle care.
Unfolding falcon-wings, I rose toward the Throne,
With subtle care I did—with subtle care.
To seek Your trace, I searched through countless worlds,
With subtle care I did—with subtle care.
In every mirror, only my face returned its gleam,
With subtle care I did—with subtle care.
The moon inscribed a love-letter, sent it to the sun,
With subtle care I did—with subtle care.
In darkest night, MyKoul set out in quest of light,
With subtle care I did—with subtle care.
—September 3,2025.
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