Silent Essence
We speak of souls and the grand deceit of life,
Yet rarely pause amidst the worldly strife.
We wander through a desolation, vast and wide,
Seeking a truth that seems forever to hide.
Concealed in depths we cannot yet define,
An eternal mystery, both shadowed and divine.
Though buried deep, it remains our core,
The essential spark we too often ignore.
From the web of deception, we seek a way out,
To find what is certain, to silence the doubt.
In the wonder of consciousness, our spirit finds breath,
Facing the pathos and the stillness of death.
To know oneself is the ultimate quest,
To put the "lifeless" illusions to rest.
For in the marrow of being, beyond the pretense,
Lies the light of the soul—our only true essence.
Pratyush
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