In the silent corridors of the cosmos

In the silent corridors of the cosmos, where whispers of ancient wisdom entwine with stardust, lies a realm unseen by the mortal eye, where truths, pure and untainted, float like ethereal whispers. Literal thinking, a shadow upon the sacred light, turns the divine into chains of superstition, crystal-clear waters of wisdom, now murky and confined, where once the spirit soared, now tethered and bereft. In the twilight of understanding, where shadows breathe, a journey begins, a river of consciousness unbound, flowing through the valleys of forgotten lore, where the heart's whispers are the compass true, guiding the soul through labyrinths of light and dark. In the dawn of creation, where the first light kissed the void, truths whispered by the divine, gentle as morning dew, were pure as the first breath of dawn, untainted by man's hand, yet as they touched the soil of mortal minds, they hardened into idols, rigid and cold, sculpted by the chisel of literal thought. Metaphors, the language of the soul, once vibrant and alive, now dulled by concrete minds, where the moon's gentle glow becomes a sterile sphere, and the sun, no longer a celestial flame, but a mere star. In the silent temple of the heart, where shadows and light dance, a candle flickers, fed by the breath of the divine, its flame a guide against the encroaching dark, where superstition lurks, a specter in the mind. The inspired truths are rivers, flowing free, unbound by the dams of dogma's cold embrace, seeking the vast ocean, the infinite expanse, where the spirit merges with the cosmic dance, and wisdom's light shines in every drop of time. Oh, to break the chains of literal thought, to see the world through the eyes of the soul, where every leaf whispers the secrets of the cosmos, and every star sings the songs of eternity. In this sacred dance, where metaphor reigns supreme, the heart finds its voice, the spirit its wings, and the truths once perverted by the concrete mind, become again the living breath of the divine. So let us journey, with hearts unbound, through the mystic realms where wisdom dwells, and find in the dance of shadows and light, the inspired truths that set the spirit free, in the sacred whispers of the cosmos’s embrace, where the eternal song of truth and love forever resounds.