You are in me,
flickering at the core of silence,
a hidden flame that breathes
through the hollow of my being.
...
Behind iron bars, the nightingale still sings
Its anthem of freedom—unbroken.
The cruelest world cannot smother
The dawn blazing bright in its heart!
...
To my heart, the bird's song comes—
Whispered tales of an ancient king,
Not bound to earth, but robed in eternal sky,
Where time unwinds
...
I was once a lion
of unseen wilds—
my roar, a clap of thunder;
my gaze, a lightning strike.
...
My love, your words
Draw radiant rivers beyond time,
Flowing through sleeping valleys,
Through forests where shadow weeps—
...
Do not speak of me as gone.
I was never a fragment to be lost,
but the unbroken whole beneath all form—
the light without a wick,
...
Remember this truth:
You were not born to fade
like mist at dawn,
nor to vanish into shadows.
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Life: A Continuous Process
I must live after I leave,
to tell—or finish—my story:
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Remembrance sparked the pupils of my eyes
In the still night vigil, before the time of tahajjud.
Then bees began buzzing melodies within my sight,
And flashes upon flashes of light arrived,
...
Behold the shadow-self—
that veiled wanderer of dream-realms,
unmasked by intent's silent watch.
There, deeds arise effortless,
...