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 “looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn” Unseeking Seeker 

Life is like a revolving carousel,
moving in interminable circles,  
revealing rainbow arcs  
when clouds cloak  
the silver-stringed alchemy
floating above rivers  
rippling with rhinestone ruins.  
And time has been a blunt mentor,  
ticking truths to guide us  
to a sphere of silence,  
where, in stillness, we allow  
the flow of nature to be  
the soporific voice,  
reverberating reality with  
healing laws and lessons  
from musical minutes  
rushing through vintage  
leaves and blooming buds.  

I remember I was once  
a stringless parachute  
lost within the brutal blows  
of manipulative monsters,  
intoxicated by self-destruction,  
while currents of crashing tides  
pushed me upon the crisp cusps  
of darkness and despair.  
I’ve surfed through deceptive waters  
surrounded by the venomous
 spines of scorpionfish 
and poisonous urchins,  
which stung my vulnerable psyche,  
submerging me in a sea cave  
of splintered sapphires
and spiteful souvenirs.
There, I saw no colors of clarity,  
and swirled to the vicious tunes  
sung by turquoise tentacles,  
oblivious to the flicker  
of comic light that sparkles  
with faith amidst ice-green  
lies spoken in familiar accents.  
For I was chained  
with pearls and diamonds,  
dressed in glistening greed  
and superficial remnants,  
disconnected from the  
sacred symphonies within my soul.  

But as the midnight glow  
of the divine moon envelops  
my skin like chiffon lace,  
veiling the shame  
tattooed in burgundy  
across sleeping skies,  
I close my eyes, tread  
along an astral path,  
purifying my flawed aura,  
rinsing away tarnished topaz,  
as seraphic gems adorning twilight  
unfold an awakening in  
the most hypnotic rhythm.  

“O beloved almighty, forgive my  
fatigued heart  
     tangled in unseasoned fears.  
Today I shall surrender  
    to the blissful blues  
                    and zestful hues,  
burying my fragile ego 
         six feet beneath,  where I waltz,  
as I embrace the  
      chorus of chrysanthemum anthems,  
no longer dwelling in drowsiness,  
          for in this realm of spirituality,  
I feel sanctified jasmines  
        delicately illuminate my senses  
                    with tulsi tranquility.”  

On the quest to find  
my true twin flame,  
I’ve found flares of faith  
resurrecting the burnt cosmos  
within my consciousness.  
So here I weave an ode  
to the seventh garden of Zen,  
perfumed with pristine peace.  
I am now the reflection of the  
shimmering face  
of an ethereal crescent,  
still nurturing wilted wisterias,
with patience and mindfulness.
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