Between Heaven and the earth,
truths lie veiled in disguise—
threads woven into the fabric of life,
hidden from those who skim the surface.
Yet one truth stands, immutable—
a single flame undimmed by wind.
Between Heaven and the earth,
in that narrow space where choices bloom,
we trace the lines we alone can walk,
while time, deaf to our pleas,
flows steady along its ageless course.
For each community—
a season is inscribed
in destiny's ink—unchanging.
No hand may stay its hour,
no heart can summon it early.
When the moment arrives,
neither breath before, nor after,
shall the clock of existence toll.
Beneath the vast sky, we stand—
a brief pause in this cosmic journey.
Each sunrise whispers of eternity,
each sunset hums of return.
A compass draws circles without end—
one eternal dance around the still point.
MyKoul
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