These words of wisdom—
were never hidden at all.
They lingered, instead,
beneath the surface of silence,
beneath the hum of ordinary moments,
waiting to be seen—
not by the eyes of the mind,
but by the gaze of the heart that sees.
They waited, pearls in shells,
for the curious divers—
the seekers of truth,
whose hands would sift
through layers of sea,
whose hearts would brave
the unknown.
And whose minds would read
between the lines,
deciphering the ancient script.
In that quiet discovery,
they would find, perhaps,
a reflection of the sun within.
Thus realizing they themselves—
were not as they thought they were,
but as they have always been,
hidden in sight,
the divine spark—
waiting to be found
MyKoul
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