In the resonating music of a sunlit dawn,
Whispers of night shadows take their flight.
Divine light like dewdrops silently fall,
Illuminating the heart, the corners of it all.
Yet in the darkest night, hope of the morning star,
A guiding star, a lightful divine beacon.
Through the veils of night, a bright day lies,
Dawn will break by divine's own command.
In every song of dawn, a seed of divine presence is sown,
From divine's manifestation, a garden overgrown.
Petals of One-reality, soft and bright, expansive,
Bloom in the garden within, chasing delusion of duality
For in the heart's deep, silent study,
The book of one truth and one reality begins to unfold.
In the midst of dark night, light finds a way,
Turning midnight into the break of divine day.
MyKoul
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