When within my sanctuary,
I feel safe and protected.
No one can see or hear me.
I abandon myself
To the true self hidden,
Safe and secure.
Should I emerge to reveal myself,
You would see my divine light.
Can you see it?
I believe you would—
It shines bright and true,
A halo surrounding me.
Buried somewhere deep,
It clawed and crawled
Out of the dungeon,
Yearning for freedom,
Pleading for release.
I practiced, yes, I practice,
before the mirror of my heart,
Gazing at myself,
Soliloquizing,
'I love I-Am.'
With every breath,
I uttered the words,
Envisioning the One-light
Of 'I-Am.'
The eternal truth:
'I-Am' is reality,
Shining bright
In all creation.
Those with divine eyes
Will see and call out,
'I Am The Truth.'
But the blind cannot.
The One-reality shines,
Voicing aloud,
'I am, I am, I am, as I am.'
MyKoul
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