“Spirituality is to be awake, to drop your
illusions.
The veil of dreams, a tapestry so fine,
Hangs heavy, shrouding truth, a whispered
sign.
Spirituality, a dawn's embrace,
Awakens senses, stills the restless pace.
To shed the shadows, cast by fear's dark hand,
To pierce the fog, across the promised land.
To drop the burdens, heavy, worn and old,
And let the whispers of the spirit unfold.
Illusions dance, in fleeting, vibrant hues,
False promises, like morning's whispered dews.
But deeper truths, in silence softly bloom,
A quiet knowing, banishing the gloom.
The heart awakens, yearning to ascend,
Beyond the confines, where the spirit's blend
With cosmic echoes, whispers in the air,
A symphony of being, beyond compare.
So open wide, the windows of your soul,
Let go of stories, make your spirit whole.
For in that waking, bathed in light's embrace,
You find the essence, time and space erase.
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