For the awakened, enlightened soul,
This is no mirage—no fleeting dream:
A sanctum of bliss, the eternal whole,
Where light and love eternally gleam.
Each face a mirror of the divine,
Laughter weaves threads of sacred design.
A hush descends, yet all things sing,
A boundless light through realms takes wing.
The fields overflow with heaven's grace,
No barren soil, no empty space.
The winds speak truths, the waters heal,
The will of the One begins to reveal.
The wounds of chaos dissolve in peace,
Shadows retreat; all discord ceases.
Creation hums in its truest form,
Unified stillness, beyond the storm.
Time unwinds as a mystic stream,
Flowing within the radiant dream.
Awake, I step through illusion's veil—
The whispers of Hu, the cosmic trail.
In this unveiling, my essence known:
The divine is here—I am home.
MyKoul
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