In the tapestry of existence, threads of duality weave,
Soul and Source, indivisible in the realm of mysticism,
Servant bows to Master, a dance of roles unseen,
True reality whispers amid illusions' ephemeral gleam.
Love and Hate, twin flames of the heart's burning forge,
Opposite emotions, sparks in the crucible of experience,
One absolute reality, beyond the veils of perception's dance,
Emotions entwined, like vines ascending towards the sun.
Good and Evil, undeniable facets of divine and human,
Of spiritual and secular realms, their boundaries faintly drawn,
Consciousness awakens to the shadows of the unconscious deep,
Unholy division born from the missteps of free will's reign.
In this symphony of contrasts, where light meets shadow's embrace,
The soul seeks unity amid the fragments of its grace,
A journey unfolds, seeking harmony in the dichotomy's embrace,
In the paradox of existence, where duality finds its place.
MyKoul
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