In the eternal garden of being, where love weaves its myth

In the eternal garden of being, where love weaves its myth, The desires of the world fade, overshadowed by its grandeur. Not flesh, not bones, but the soul seeks to unite, On hidden paths, where the body is merely a vessel and guide. What is not love ignites it, What is not love, ultimately, makes it wane. Embracing the entire cosmos, a canvas in which reality is woven, Transforming everything, passion is but an echo of its call. It opens the gates to the inner sanctuary, Where love lies as a well-guarded secret. One of the eternal fires, passion—a mosaic of sparks, Each with its distinct aroma, a prelude to true knowledge. Passion—the torch that ignites, but cannot sustain the flame's eternity. Desire fades, trying to mimic love, Love is eroded by worldly appetite, yet it lives through its own transience. Different from fleeting passions, love finds its eternity in transformation. Isaiah speaks of each soul's journey through its own fire, Love offers us the chance to walk in our heart's harmony, A symphony of existence, where each note vibrates with the soul's echo, A lit path, where passion opens doors to unseen depths. In this hymn of life, love becomes the unfading beacon, Transforming each moment into a verse of the cosmic song, A divine fire that burns in silence, lighting the paths to self, In a harmony that transcends the confines of time, an ode of the heart That sings ceaselessly of the ascent to the heights of the spirit. In this sacred dance, where love and essence intertwine, We discover that love is more than a mere emotion, It is the force that shapes the universe, an echo of eternity in our hearts.