From light, we are born—
In dust, we draw breath.
Out of shadow, we seek—
For the light within.
In the hush of dawn,
We rise with trembling steps—
Bound by longing,
Freed by hope,
Reaching for the unseen sun.
Near and far,
We rise from night,
Only to descend.
In the depths, we call for light—
And You answer.
Beneath the weight of time,
Through every hidden corridor,
Your radiance lingers.
It threads the silence,
Filling hollow spaces—
A flicker, then a flame.
Your voice stirs within,
And ours returns.
Your light hums softly,
A silent song—
Guiding us home.
Where shadows fall,
Your melody dissolves the dark.
Through the veil of each breath,
Your touch carries us—
Until light, only light,
Remains.
You—light—of whom I am born,
I love you more than the sun,
Whose circle limits the world,
Leaving all else in shadow.
But the divine light within me
Embraces all—
Spheres, creation, and self—
Pure manifestations.
It stirs a great presence beside me.
I believe in the light.
MyKoul
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