The mystery of heart—
Outside the heart,
inside the heart—
I search,
looking out,
looking in,
looking around.
I gaze upward,
downward,
beyond,
and within.
The heart is a mystery,
mysteriously crafted
by an unseen hand.
Who resides there?
Who speaks through its pulse?
Who designed this sacred vessel
and steers it through—
the vast ocean of existence?
Every sense is guided,
aligned with the divine.
Within—clarity.
Outside—shadows.
Certainty shines through,
yet illusions blur the edges.
He is everywhere,
near and far,
beyond thought,
beyond speculation.
Poetry, art, and creation—
all the divine's handiwork.
Even imagination,
grand as it seems,
is small in its reach.
Understanding unfolds,
and wandering ceases.
There are no barriers—
He is here,
within the soul's grasp,
the living force!
That beats in the heart.
This heart,
more than flesh,
is the dwelling of divine essence.
I delve deeper,
and deeper still,
searching for truth—
for the love and passion
that sustains my being.
MyKoul
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