As the divine light unfurls,
life stirs from its slumber,
transformed
by the gentle power of dawn.
On this sacred dawn,
conscious souls ascend,
breath by breath,
toward greater heights,
discovering boundless potential,
weaving the threads of existence
into harmony and unity.
The river of life flows
with a soothing melody,
through valleys and peaks,
nourishing the fertile,
reviving the barren,
whispering the divine mantra:
Hu, Hu, Hu, Hu, Hu.
— MyKoul
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