In the quest for peace and freedom, I roam,
Each dawn unveils new paths for me to tread.
Yet nestled deep within the human heart,
True tranquility lies, a silent art.
Returning to the heart, where divine's care
Enfolds me in its tender, steadfast grace,
His presence, like a beacon in the night,
Guides me through life's tumultuous flight.
In heart's cradle, seeking solace high,
I yearn for wisdom found in divine intellect.
For in heart's vast expanse, we come to see,
No illusion, no delusion, no confusion,
That would erode our tranquility and
serenity of mind.
Let's cherish each moment of our life in,
Self-consciousness and divine consciousness,
To have in our life, Peace, freedom, and
Divine love's embrace so dear.
Lo! In the tender arms of divine's care alone,
We can find true solace, like a honeybee,
When it sits on a flower to suck in nectar.
MyKoul
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