Eyes, the windows to manifestation's expanse,
Pools of depth, where mysteries reside,
Glance the hidden truth of the One-reality,
Blooming in the garden of manifestation.
In the world of hues, secrets softly gleam;
Eyes of the soul like the Jamshid's magic mirror,
Reflect the expansive beauty speaking silently,
The secrets what words can't convey.
Eyes gaze into the soul's vast breast,
Where light appears and music plays;
Eyes are the windows that open,
To the universe within and without;
Eyes take us on a spiritual journey,
Where lovers lonely travel with pride.
Eyes, the storytellers, silent and wise,
Convey tales beneath and beyond the self;
In the windows of eyes, the reality whole,
A sacred connection to the heart and soul.
MyKoul
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