Beyond the fleeting world, where
the whispers of mind dissolve,
lies a liberation—
a soul unshackled,
unburdened.
Freedom is neither in grasping
nor in the self's fleeting thrills,
but in surrender,
in transcendence.
The ego, a veil,
thick with illusion,
falls away,
and in its absence,
the eternal expands—
vast, infinite.
To surrender is not to lose,
but to be found.
In devotion,
the heart gains everything.
In relinquishing,
the self is reborn—
luminous, whole.
Here lies the paradox:
only in letting go
do we truly belong.
The heart, cleansed of shadow,
glows—
a light untouched by the world.
To empty oneself of desire
is to become a vessel,
overflowing with the infinite.
To release the illusion of control
is to be carried—
not by force,
but by grace.
Freedom is not a victory,
not a conquest,
but an annihilation
of the false self.
To release from the illusion,
of duality.
To realise the One-reality,
to stand bare,
stripped of all but love—
this is the spirit's emancipation.
No chains,
no weight,
only light.
Only peace.
Only the boundless truth,
where the self dissolves,
and eternity unfolds.
MyKoul
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