Time's Mortal Veil, Our Eternal Essence Poem by Noen Muti

In the tapestry of existence, a truth unfolds,
What is mortal is time, a story it holds.
Eternal whispers dance in the cosmic rhyme,
As fleeting moments pass, we stand sublime.

Time, the weaver of ages, swift and fleet,
Yet within our essence, eternity we meet.
A dance with the stars, a cosmic play,
We transcend the clock, beyond night and day.

In the mortal realm, where seconds flow,
Eternal echoes in our spirits grow.
For we are more than the ticking chime,
In the vast expanse, we are truly prime.

Our journey unfurls beyond temporal bounds,
In the symphony of life, eternal sounds.
Mortality whispers in the passing breeze,
Yet our souls soar, unhindered by decrees.

So, let time march on, its relentless march,
As we, eternal beings, leave an indelible arch.
In the realm where moments intertwine,
What is mortal is time, while we are divine.