Torn between two worlds,
One where we dwell,
The other where our dreams take flight.
This world holds for us love and joy immense,
Yet we fumble, unable to claim its treasures
In our hands, hearts, eyes, ears, and souls.
Confused, we crave another realm,
Searching there for what we cannot grasp here.
Caught in the dilemma of choice,
We hesitate—one world as yet unborn,
Choosing means losing,
And we are not ready to forsake either.
Can one truly love two women?
The present world, and the world yet to be?
I ask, and my heart whispers, 'Yes.'
Oh, if only we knew these worlds
Are two faces of a single coin,
If only we knew they share
the same space and time.
Then came the truth—unexpected,
Like a breath of fresh air,
Mesmerizing in its grace and clarity:
The divine truth, revealing unity.
Now, contentment blossoms within me,
As I fall in love with this world,
For it is crafted by the divine's design.
'Until the horn is blown a single blast,
and the earth and the mountains
are lifted and crushed with a single blow, '
And a new world will be rolled out--
Paradise for the Godconscious!
And so, I no longer fear loss,
For in the divine, all worlds converge,
And I find peace in the wholeness of His plan.
MyKoul
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