There is a world beyond the veil,
Where light of love does not grow pale.
A place of great and silent birth,
Beyond the mind, beyond the earth.
Here, thought's last echo softly dies,
And nothing hides in veiled disguise.
No number counts, no space can hold,
No limit bars what is untold.
Supra-conscious, vast and deep,
Where secrets wake but never sleep.
The heart ascends, the self must fall,
To pass beyond the shadow's wall.
No separate name, nor many, one—
Here prophets tread, their task begun.
Yet eyes of men, with fleeting sight,
See only fragments of their light.
What breaks apart is whole within,
What seems without has always been.
This higher world, we scarce can trace,
But in its breath, we glimpse its face.
So leave the weight of self behind,
And enter through the love aligned.
There, the impossible stands tall—
And separateness dissolves to All.
MyKoul
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