They who seek to know what it means
To embark on a quest for spirituality,
Tell them of my true journey—
A tapestry of woven tears and smiles,
Where each thread, holds a purpose,
A poem about the best and the worst,
A composition of the lows and the highs.
It is all about me, for me, and by me,
Yet beyond me, it stretches into the divine.
If they ever accept me, let them know
That this journey is not a mere choice
But my solace, my only true tranquility.
Through the abyss of secrets I have wandered,
My heart beating with mystic thoughts—
Each question another thread in the loom,
Each answer elusive, yet still guiding.
There are no shortcuts, no easy-going,
Only the winding roads of soul's topography,
Where one finds meaning in chasing
the unknown.
And if they wonder where this path may lead,
Let them know it does not end at any point,
But stretches like a ray into the unknown,
A search for a truth that always eludes,
Yet shines with the glow of morning star
At every new dawn
The new day begining, dovetailed with
dark night, and then again a new dawn.
MyKoul
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