Look how joyfully
the willow trees sway,
their branches dancing,
whispering secrets
of the cool breeze of paradise.
Who does not yearn to return
to that sacred garden,
where the earth hums with freedom,
and the air is thick with peace,
bathed in the divine presence?
After a stillness, I hear again
the soft music of love and light,
a melody that stirs the heart
and calls me to embrace
the holy remembrance of—
our authentic essence.
It swells within me,
a longing to soar on
wings of revelation,
to be cradled by
Eden's eternal embrace.
Through resonant waves
of golden sound,
and sunlit plains
where shadows dance,
my spirit bursts forth in prayer,
its pulse alive with a rhythm
older than time,
journeying through the cycles
of light and shade,
until I am drawn closer
to that sacred place,
where all longings dissolve
into the One Whole.
MyKoul
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