Void

Upon the hard ground, I fall,
Each time rising, heeding the call,
Of morning, evening, seasons' sway,
Yet endless cycles hold my way.
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The void whispers, a beckoning call,
Expanding, unseen, mystic thrall,
To surrender breath, heartbeat's flow,
In twilight's dance, to let go.
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Embrace transience, fleeting bloom,
In Eden's garden, beyond the tomb,
No birth, no death, just spirit's flight,
In colors unseen, in pure light.
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How does a flower, on barren land,
Take root, amid the rocks' firm stand?
With sun's caress and rain's embrace,
Life's rhythm, in every space.
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In songs of old, in tales untold,
Through mythic realms, our fate unfolds,
In echoes lost, of human plight,
I seek the Heart, in purest light.
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Once I say Yes, courage unswayed,
In boundless realms, where all's displayed,
No beginning, no end, just pure delight,
In the Heart's origin, shining bright.
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