Within my soul, a silence deep,
Echoes the voice of Hu, a mystic sound.
A long, vibrating call—a door ajar—
To secrets hidden, wisdom to be found.
In Hu's gentle whisper, clues reside,
Glimpses of truth, yet mystery inside.
Certainty eludes; truth stays concealed,
As we seek, our hearts are gently revealed.
Like autumn leaves, illusions fall,
Hu stirs the breeze that sifts them all.
The void fills with a radiant light,
As darkness yields to sacred sight.
In these moments, we press onward still,
Treading sacred paths with steadfast will.
Seeking meaning in Hu's refrain,
Finding strength in the journey's strain.
My quest: divine wisdom's pursuit—
No guarantee, but the soul's true fitrah.
In seeking lies our purpose true,
A life unfolding, endless and new.
MyKoul
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