I'm in pursuit of my very own self.
If I do not envision my true self,
I may not keep alive
the consciousness of my essence.
Only in knowing my own self
will my spirit be free
from the snare of illusion.
So I become an owl in the night,
wings spread wide, fierce,
taking celestial flight,
my heart pounding, yet steady
in the light winds that guide me.
With a paintbrush in hand,
I'm ready to capture what I see—
in the sky, only me... only I.
Stars glowing, the moon smiling,
I glide through the air, dazzled,
seeing myself in moonlight,
in each star of the galaxies,
calling me forward
into the light of a new dawn.
Out of this magnificent starlight,
I journey onward,
into my next poem—
a story of my life.
MyKoul
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