The light steals into my heart's room,
Illuminating its every shallow corner,
Where the soul, once blind and weary,
Hid stories of countless silent deaths.
It breathes life into the dormant soul,
Reviving it with the elixir of truth,
Stirring it to sing love's sacred song,
Dissolving gloom, and removing grief.
The awakened soul wears no mask,
No cloak to veil its radiant face,
Its arising from the dead, a wondrous feat,
As fear of the death begins to fade.
Wisdom's light creeps deep into my core,
Erasing the shadows of illusion and deceit,
Wrapping the soul in robes of gnosis,
While darkness exhales its final breath.
MyKoul
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