Listening to the music, vibrations that sing,
From brain to heart, where rhythms cling.
I could never lose this silent art—
A melody formed beyond thought and heart.
You think you are nobody—fading spark?
Yet the brain insists you're both light and dark.
Master of thought, servant of will,
Knock within; hear the echoes still.
The mind, too, beneath unseen sway,
Held by the divine, in a cosmic play.
A mystery known by many a name,
The Superconscious breath, eternal flame!
MyKoul
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