In a prison of false ego,
confined and ensnared,
A maze of illusions
where wisdom is rare,
Yet through the power of insight,
A path to liberation
under divine intelligence is aligned.
The liberated heart pulses with ecstasy,
A resounding divine voice echoes,
clear and free, inside and outside,
'I Am The Truth! ', La ilaha illa Ana—
No divinity but me, only I remain.
One cannot witness this divine sound,
Lost in delusion's web, shadows surround,
A prisoner of illusions, beliefs, and fear,
Unable to escape from the darkness so near.
Enlightenment, a distant dream,
The divine light slipping like sand
through an unclasped hand,
Stuck in dark and winding alleys
of the mind's twisted maze,
A life of awareness remains
but a distant dream.
In this labyrinth of darkness,
one must seek
A ligt of wisdom, a beacon so hope,
to guide through the night,
Yet finding this light is a struggle
in the mind's endless fight.
Hold on to hope,
to the divine's gentle glow,
To be freed from the maze,
let the true light show,
A way out of the prison's tight hold,
And embrace a new beginning, bold.
MyKoul
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