You are in me,
flickering at the core of silence,
a hidden flame that breathes
through the hollow of my being.
...
No "I" birthed the Light—
only the Light
in which "I" seemed to arise.
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I was once a lion
of unseen wilds—
my roar, a clap of thunder;
my gaze, a lightning strike.
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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
...
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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Behind iron bars, the nightingale still sings
Its anthem of freedom—unbroken.
The cruelest world cannot smother
The dawn blazing bright in its heart!
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No, not the tongue of nihilism,
nor the ash-song of nothing at all.
Do not yearn for what lies beyond—
the beyond never truly left here.
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Hear me now, in prophetic whispers:
Life is revelation, unfolding.
Each moment unveils its sacred sign;
The soul is lost if deaf to its calling.
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