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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the cathedral of time, where seconds drip like holy myrrh on the altar of eternity, We stand, creatures of light draped in mantles of shadow and doubt, With golden hands weaving the veil of reality, yet eyes covered by scales of ignorance, While the Great Weaver watches silently from behind the cosmic curtain. Our ship of destiny sails on the ocean of infinity, with sails made of unwoven dreams, Blind helmsmen, crowned with thorns and wielding scepters of smoke, lead us to illusory horizons, While deep in the hold, pearls of wisdom and diamonds of knowledge wait to be discovered, Guarded by sirens of doubt and hydras of fear, fed by the tears of our lost hopes. In the garden of souls, where trees of knowledge stretch their branches towards the sky of consciousness, We dance a frenzied waltz with shadows of our own unfulfilled selves, As angels with wax wings and demons with crystal hearts whisper the secrets of creation, And we, blind and deaf, continue to weave the tapestry of destiny with threads of regret and nostalgia. The full moon of enlightenment pours its silver light over the temple of humanity, But the ignored priestesses of intuition and exiled prophets of vision stand in the shadows, While on the altar, clay idols of mediocrity receive offerings of unfulfilled dreams, And the smoke of our futile sacrifices rises to the indifferent sky of history. Yet in the depths of the collective soul's cave, a sacred flame still flickers, Fed by droplets of hope and the divine breath of our boundless potential, For we are incarnate stars, carriers of the cosmic code in every cell, Awaiting the sacred moment when we will pierce the veil of illusion and step into the light of eternal truth. In the cosmic dance of creation, we are both dancers and music, both stage and audience, Caught in a mystical hora of becoming, our steps measured by the heartbeat of the universe, And one day, perhaps, we will remember the primordial song of our divine soul, And weave anew the tapestry of reality, this time with threads of pure light and unconditional love.
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