A Monk With No God
At the fringe of the fleeting forlorn moments,
shaping the diffused perspective of introspection,
the blazing sun raises the dawn of revelation.
The rays of hope radiating from the spectral horizon
try to illumine the dark recess of the ignorant mind.
The supreme essence in the inner fold of the soul
morphs into the concealed candle of consciousness
that burns with the radiance of the eternal ethos,
suffusing the shadow of strife with the glint of bliss.
Beneath the sensual surface of mortal perception,
the mind transitorily shapes the innate images
on the fleeting screen of spreading awareness,
shifting beyond the limits in search of new sensitivity
within the quintessence of unique existence,
the construct of sublime elements of divinity.
The spiritual journey is a trying translocation
from vice to virtue to the high stratum of mental motif,
achieved by the introspective dissolution of the limits
of the rigid thoughts through transcendence.
As the separation of outside-in and inside-out dissolves,
the intrinsic virtue permeates the non-dual awareness,
letting the immanent emotions bloom
the lotus of atman in the acuity sanctum of the monk.
The soul then shines with the celestial radiance,
emitting the flaring brilliance of the thousand suns
in the deep space of stimulated sensitivity
where in the self-searching odyssey
the inner galaxy at the cosmic edge of the eternity
turns the glowing heart into a living light.
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