The heart, a valley infinitely vast,
Having the spring of the water of life,
Yet not a wilderness where one is lost;
Each spot a sanctuary of rest.
When closing eyes, divine light seen within;
No dark clouds mar its serene, quiet corners.
The heart, a timeless telephone exchange,
Whispering forgotten calls between
Man and the divine, threads of ancient bond.
The heart, a fathomless ocean without shores.
If you seek to escape the world's labyrinth,
Enter then the heart's boundless, sacred space,
With divine eye embracing timeless truth.
In an ever-amazing way, perceive
The hidden essence of existence pure,
No delusion or illusion clouds.
Silence pervades, and every mouth is stilled.
Irritating, confusing thoughts dissolve;
No longer heard by the heart's keen ears.
Earthly thoughts grow less relevant with time
As bodies decay, yet they erupt like birds
At the dawn of awakening and light.
MyKoul
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