From the void I emerged,
A silent whisper in the cosmic flow,
To the void I shall return,
A fleeting echo in the eternal glow.
With empty hands I arrived,
A pilgrim on this journey of time,
With empty hands I shall depart,
A soul untethered, sublime.
What is this nothingness,
But the canvas for creation's dance,
A symphony of light and shadow,
In the universe's endless expanse.
Beyond the veils of illusion,
Lies the truth, pure and bright,
Enlightenment's gentle touch,
Unveils the mysteries of sight.
In the light of consciousness,
Illusions scatter and fade,
Leaving behind the essence,
Of existence, unafraid.
Glory be to the void,
That births and embraces all,
In its depths, we find solace,
In its emptiness, we stand tall.
MyKoul
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