We were, we will be,
Drifting on tides of infinity,
Bound by neither time nor space,
Yet carried forth by divine grace.
A dance of shadows, a song of light,
We weave through the fabric of day and night.
No chains to hold, no walls to bind,
We are the sparks of the eternal mind.
From eternity's shore, we set our course,
Through veils of light, through mystery's force.
A whisper within the cosmic breath,
A flame untouched by birth or death.
Through galaxies spun in celestial fire,
Through voids where silence and secrets conspire,
We pulse unseen, a golden thread,
The promise of life where all seems dead.
From the day of Alast through endless time,
Through waking worlds and dream's design,
We echo deep in the stars' embrace—
We were, we will be, in every place.
In the rustle of leaves, the ocean's roar,
In the comet's heart, the meteor's core,
In the birth of suns, in moons that wane,
We are the light, the song's refrain.
We are the question, the answer, the whole,
The rise and the fall, the nothing, the soul.
In the void's embrace, in the light's cascade,
We are the zikr that will not fade.
We are the dawn, the day, the night,
The infinite dark, the infinite light.
Forever unbound, forever we give—
We are the breath of the cosmos—we live.
—MyKoul
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