In the quiet dawn of a musical night,
Where the soul dances in divine light,
A whisper is heard, soft and clear,
A beacon of hope that draws us near.
In moments when the heart feels strong,
And silence is the solace we've sought,
Look within, where true self resides,
In depths where nothing fades.
Guiding us through the darkest shadows,
A silent guide, steadfast and true,
Hope, the divine flame within,
Reminding us of what we must do.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
With self-enlightenment as our guide,
We forge a path, though rough it may be,
Towards the light of our essential self.
Each step we take, each choice we make,
Is a testament to our consciousness awake,
In the realm of the heart, where dreams take flight,
Awareness ignites the spirit, burning bright.
So hold on tight, through storm and strife,
Embrace the lessons of this life,
For in the end, we'll find our way,
With knowledge, wisdom, and the divine's sway.
MyKoul
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