Dweller Of Our Heart

“the essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun” In the dark opaque night, across the stupefied space of solidified solitude, enfolding the languid landscape of existence, bereft of the beguiled spirit in indolent life, my forsaken journey’s pathway meanders in the gloomy labyrinth of languishing agony. The self-obsessive free-will, ever seemingly dormant beneath the sheath of ignorance envelopes the mind with an illusory immanent veil, obscures the visage of the ordained destination. Trudging at the fringe of trying tolerance, I hear the whispering wind of innate wisdom tell me, this journey has no meaningful end. I’m in the nebulous ambit of ambiguity, find the desolate soul in the grip of distress shadow. As I see the overcast bleak night sky crash down, I collect fortitude in darkness from the debris of hope, pray for the solacing sun to rise, illumine my essence. I travel liberated out of the murky abyss of anguish on the inward blessed journey of acuity through the righteous layers of consciousness, perceive the spirit of the devout soul in the radiance of the divine beacon, lighting up the screen of the enacting life. The portals of the inner domain then open, where the galactic lotus blooms for me, suffused with omnipresent gleam of God’s grace. My lighted soul shines with ethereal luminosity in the infinite depth of the discernment space, like the flaring brightness of a billion suns. In my self-searching spiritual odyssey toward the edge of the enlightened eternity, I perceive the glow of the inner galaxy, the dweller of my heart, turning my essence into a living light.