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Recognition

Life is the embodiment of the unique existence, the construct of universal elements destiny decides to manifest distinctively with the divine essence in the unparallel trinity of body, mind and soul. The self-obsessive free-will ever seemingly dormant, envelopes the body-mind with a transient illusory veil, obscures the decreed destination God ordains, l need to reach, for I should submissively at His will. Beneath the surface of perceptive mortal senses the mind creates all the dreams it desires to see. Haunted by fear it invents the unreal apparitions, succumbs to the superstitious spell of surreal spirits. In the alley of time my soul wanders with life of blunders, frailty future casts shadow of despair on my innate nature, that is consumed by the tormenting darkness, turning my spent spirit into Tamasic nothingness. I search disillusioned for a glittering pathway to escape, liberating the essence from the elements of desire, until in the mindscape sprouts the sagacious sense, not to be allured by the mirage of Rajasic impermanence. I travel unshackled out of the dark abyss of despair, on an inward journey through the layers of consciousness, perceive in the soul the radiance of the divine beacon, illumining the corridor leading to the abode of delight. The ill-conceived venture of the errant mind finds the gloomy dead end in the introspection path, that’s when the door of the inner sanctum opens, where the lotus blooms suffused with the divine gleam. The soul shines with astral radiance in my deep space with the flaring brilliance of the billion suns. In my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity I recognise the divine galaxy that turns me into a living light.

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