08/21/2025
🌫️The fog, flame 🔥 and the path 🌸
The world dances before my eyes
shadows changing,
people coming, people going,
like waves upon a restless sea.
I reach, I grasp, I lose again,
and the heart aches with the weight of illusion.
Yet a whisper within me says:
“This is not the end. This is not the real.”
For all that I see is passing mist,
but the seer within me does not fade.
That witness, still and eternal,
is where my true journey begins.
So I turn inward, step by step,
toward the flame untouched by time.
And there I find You
not as image, not as form,
but as the light guiding my silence.
You are the light behind my closed eyes,
the still hand upon my shoulder,
the truth that even in endings,
life begins again.
The path outside is uncertain,
but the path within is eternal.
The world may vanish like a dream at dawn,
but You remain
the truth, the light, the home
I was always seeking ✨
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~late night muse by Anjna 🌙
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