My love has soared
across boundless skies.
No beauty rivals
this golden moment—
I have come to rise.
Time, the sacred stream,
eternal and flowing.
I seek to unite
with your essence, Time—
I will try, again and again.
For Time's currents hold mysteries,
What's contingent, what is necessary? —
A mystery!
Behold what is revealed:
The fog hides no glory.
Only the wise understand—
I do not speak in nightmares!
I am Time—
human existence measured in time.
When all I possess is myself,
when all existence is within me—
I am swallowed by Tawheed,
I am swallowed by Tawheed.
My heart—
my heart alone.
My soul—
my soul alone.
Vision, nothing less than whole.
I hold a million names,
yet none express me fully.
I am immersed in the sea—
never standing on the shore.
My philosophy proclaims:
I am, because I see the whole.
Illusion fades to nothing;
no cause, no effect confines me.
My soul's essence—ever-living—
life resounds within me,
like wedding bells echoing—
a reminder of purpose.
To dwell with the whole,
to chant endlessly
the mantra of unity—Hu.
MyKoul
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