You will never change—
in rattling bones,
find yourself whole.
Living in the true self
requires transcendence,
a path to immortality
while still alive.
One day, you'll meet
the moon at midday,
embracing the true light.
Lost in the wilderness,
walking on broken legs,
how can one find home?
What is left for me to do,
a poet receiving the Divine
Whispers?
I write your poems daily,
sound and light resonating.
MyKoul
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