Profound truths, intertwined like the roots of an ancient tree

Profound truths, intertwined like the roots of an ancient tree, flow through me, through you, The mirror of the universe shatters into thousands of shards, each reflecting a fragment of essence, And the opposite hides within itself the dark light of knowledge; in the endless night, darkness becomes clear, and light loses its contours, An endless journey through the corridors of the mind, where each thought is a labyrinth, and each labyrinth a universe, Profound truths, like falling stars, crash into the ocean of my consciousness, Along with them come shadows, accompanied by the old songs of forgotten sirens, Their voice is the echo of silence, and their silence is a cry of longing, An endless paradox, where love is hate and hate is love, I lose myself in these murky waters, where fish swim backward, and waves dance to the rhythm of a forgotten time, A time where each second is an eternity, and each eternity a moment of awakening, Profound truths, like autumn leaves falling, carried by the wind of melancholy, They settle on the cold ground, where the seeds of our dreams lie dormant, In an endless rest, until the eternal spring awakens them, A rebirth from their own ashes, like the Phoenix rising from the flames of oblivion, Profound truths, in which even the opposite contains a profound truth, A dance of duality, a waltz of the world we live in, A world in which we are prisoners and free, at the same time, in an eternal search for meaning, Profound truths, like a never-ending story, written on the parchment of the heart, with the ink of our soul, In a book we will read, every time we close our eyes, and dream...