Self Realization


At times, I feel like a star lost in the cosmos,  
Drifting through the void, a whisper in the dark,  
Questions swirl around me like galaxies in motion,  
In search of meaning, a spark within the arc.  

There are days when my thoughts weave like a tapestry,  
Each thread a memory, each color a dream,  
I dance with shadows, entwined in my reveries,  
In the silence of night, I ponder and scheme.  

Moments arrive like waves, crashing on the shore,  
Bringing echoes of laughter, remnants of grace,  
I grasp at the fleeting—each feeling I adore,  
Yet know in their beauty lies an inevitable trace.  

At times, I am a traveler lost in a forest,  
Wandering paths where the sunlight bends low,  
Every step a question, each breeze an answer,  
In the depths of my heart, a longing sweetly flows.  

I am the sum of all I have ever witnessed,  
The laughter, the sorrows, the faces I’ve seen,  
In the kaleidoscope of time, I am a witness,  
A seeker of truths, of what lies in between.  

Yet still, I find comfort in the restless tides,  
For life’s intricate dance moves with grace and form,  
In the search for connection, where vulnerability hides,  
Moments of clarity arise like a warm summer storm.  

At times, I see the world in shades of longing,  
In the glance of a stranger, a flicker of fate,  
We are threads in a fabric, uniquely belonging,  
Each heartbeat a story, a chance to create.  

So, in the quiet, I embrace the silence,  
Finding solace in thoughts that wander and weave,  
At times, I am anchored in infinite stillness,  
In the space of uncertainty, I learn how to believe.  

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