Speaking, do you hear this voice?
I've waited here, in the night's quiet shadow,
seated in the theater of thunder within,
dwelling in realms beyond space and time,
where endless melodies resonate.
In these moments, I live with the immortal,
listening to the eternal word,
a witness to the One Truth,
a treasure revealed throughout the universe.
We are what we are—truth infinitely present,
not hidden like tricks up our sleeves,
but the Single Reality, ever-imminent.
We must choose this voice; we can't choose two.
MyKoul
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