Delusions crumble, brick by brick,
Trailing each step I take, drawing near
To the essence of my true self, as if within
Lies a secret on the verge of unfolding.
Is this the revelation of my reality?
An impression lingers,
As signs pierce the veiling clouds,
Boldly proclaiming:
'In the creation of heavens and earth,
In the alternation of night and day,
Are signs for those who comprehend.'
You can't deny the truth, yet still,
You might wonder—
How does enlightenment come about?
Let delusions fade,
Shed the cloak of false identity,
And there, your true self will be revealed.
There is no place to seek Him;
He is your truth, your reality.
Only then can you begin anew,
Toward the essence of your being.
With each breath, your love will grow,
For the oneness of all existence.
MYkoul
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