In the depths of silence, when the soul transforms into an echo of dreams

In the depths of silence, when the soul transforms into an echo of dreams, An ancient song is born, a tremor of divine creation, Where duality weaves into spirals of light and shadow, And the artist becomes the gateway through which archetypes take form. Like a magician evoking the secrets of the unseen universe, He molds images from the clay of time, from silent dreams, Transforming chaos into harmony, into a symphony of being, Where each verse bears the imprint of an immortal soul. Ritual repetitions flow through the veins of creation, like a sacred river, And each word is an incantation that awakens archetypes, While the artist's heart beats in unison with the cosmos, Seeking hidden meaning in the subtle webs of existence. Through this art, we rediscover our deeply buried roots, And in each image, we decipher the language of the eternal present, For art becomes a compass that guides us to the springs of life, An esoteric journey through which souls find their balance. In cosmic contemplation, where nostalgia weaves its canvas, The artist becomes a messenger of times that come and go, And his creation is a bridge to the unseen worlds of the spirit, A dance of duality, of personal being and the creative process. Through the flow of consciousness, a world beyond appearances is born, A world where symbols merge into a magical symbiosis, And each poem becomes a key to the depths of the soul, A sacred ritual through which we return to the essence of life. Thus, art becomes a call to awaken the spirit of the age, A song that reminds us of the forms we have lost, And in the silence of creation, we find answers to the questions of being, In a symphony of the self, a dance of endless eternity.