In the Boundless Expanse of the Desert
In the boundless expanse of the desert,
the soul awakens to its true voice,
Not in the clamor of fast sandstorms,
But in the profound silence that sounds
louder than all earthly clamours.
It is in the stillness that wisdom emerges,
whispering truths that transcend time,
And in the infinite stretch of the horizon,
we catch a fleeting glimpse of eternity,
unfolding like a sacred scroll, preserved.
Here, in the quiet vastness,
we find that the soul's deepest questions
are not answered by spoken words,
but by the silent embrace of the infinite,
where time dissolves,
and we stand as one with the endless sky—
the eternal, like the cool breezes at night,
in the desert, and the quiet pulse of the earth itself.
MyKoul
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