Darkness whispers to the Divine,“This golden tyrant, forever mine,Hounds my steps with relentless might,Banishing me at morning’s light.” But when the Almighty speaks to DayOf Night’s woeful, plaintive say,The Sun, perplexed, can only muse:“What shadow-realm do you accuse? I’ve danced alone on Time’s grand stage,Ne’er glimpsed this dark, this starry cage.What ‘night’ you speak of,…

In the absence of truth’s gentle light,We stumble through the darkest night,Ignorance our unwanted guide,On this sorrowful, desolate ride. A veil of falsehoods draped around,Our hearts and minds are tightly bound,Lost in the maze of confusion,Seeking an elusive resolution. The pain of separation gnaws,At our very core it saws,A deep ache that never abates,Fueling bitterness…

Where thoughts and dreams entwine,A question stirs, both yours and mine,Isn’t the witness, just a witnessing?A paradox profound, in truth, unveiling. Beyond the mind’s relentless dance,Where ego, self, and concepts prance,A glimpse into the mystic’s trance,Reveals a truth, a cosmic chance. The witness, a silent, formless seer,Awakens in the stillness, clear,A mirror to the world,…