Epiphany
The shadows of the mind, in
dense array,
Obscure the shifting path of
mortal clay,
Where convoluted doubts, like
vapors, rise
To veil the luminescent, waiting
skies.
We wander through a labyrinth
of night,
Yearning for a solitary spark of
light.
Then comes the grand,
transcendent, golden hour,
A sudden bursting of celestial
power.
An incandescent flash, a cosmic
gleam,
Awakes the spirit from its
troubled dream.
The heavy clouds of ignorance
disserve,
Revealing truths that shall
endure forever.
An effervescent wave of pure
delight,
Illuminates the soul's long-
blinded sight.
With iridescent clarity, we see
The intricate design of destiny.
The tangled threads of fate are
now unwound.
And in this holy stillness, peace
is found.
This brief, sublime, ephemeral
embrace,
Bestows a touch of
overwhelming grace.
A quickening, a spark, a sacred
fire,
Like an ephemeral lightning bolt
through the grey,
A momentary catalyst
reconfigures the soul,
Sweeping centuries of blind
obfuscation away,
Rendering the fractured
consciousness while.
Truth crystallizes in a
breathtaking cascade,
Resplendent, immutable,
completely untamed,
Where the labyrinthine doubts
begin to fade,
And the universe stands
beautifully named.
That lifts the heart above its
base desire.
The cosmos opens wide its
hidden door,
And what was dark is clear for
evermore.
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