My gaze is pure as dawn's first breath
upon its pilgrimage toward Love—
it drifts across a velvet countenance,
and rests upon a beauty
reserved for none but the One
who sees.
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My mystic mind stands still
at the threshold, unable to cross
where thought surrenders its final claim.
There, in the silent chamber
beyond knowing,
my eyes behold my own face
in the Truest Mirror.
---
My steadfast heartbeat anchors
to the heart's pole,
where no wind can sever me
from the horizon of its sacred domain.
A shimmering light
and gentle currents of music
flow through the chamber of the heart,
like a stream of whispered grace—
soft,
deep,
and eternal.
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A silent music stirs within the bloom,
a hushed awakening from depths of sleep.
The breaking dawn gives voice to silent song,
releasing tides of pure, unblemished light.
Its gentle gaze becomes a thread of grace,
drawing my heart and soul
into Love's bright rhythm.
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I feel the velvet texture of the Truth's face,
the smooth, unblemished visage of my self.
Cool and delicate, serene beyond time and space,
it brightens in the dawn's first quiet rays.
My glances meet textures, soft and rare,
like silk or rose petals touched by night's breeze—
an innocent prayer upon the tongue of the eyes,
wrapped in the thinning darkness of night
and the gentle silver light of dawn.
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His mystic gaze is fixed upon my gazing eyes,
a silent current drawing at my mind.
His gentle gaze commands me without word,
guiding each trace and curve
that He himself designed.
It releases me with soft and freeing voice,
as tenderly it makes me dance
under his gaze.
Led by the steady focus of his divine glance,
my heart obeys the gravity held there.
---
Bound by invisible commands,
I find a sweet delight beneath his gaze.
He moves my rhythm, navigates my soul—
I am lost in a dreamy, sunlit winter haze.
I stand entirely still within his shade,
to view the vision of oneness
from near and afar.
His quiet command will never fade,
proving how great and absolute his unity is.
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—MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem