Soul Speak

True feelings concealed craftily beneath the sheath of surfeit psyche, fragile fantasy of self sanguinity fostered by the colors of chameleon skin, evoke emotions surreptitious, pretentiously paraded skillfully away from the edge of reason, epitomize cleverly the camouflaged ego. The chase of mirage in the deceptive self-esteem desert, etches the frail footprints of delusive dominance with scathing sandstorm trajectory, but the squall of strife over the dune of dwindled life subsides in the inner space of latent devotion configured in the conceded cauldron of self-less surrender, where the shower of sagacity, spurting from the fountain of love with heavenly flamboyance fabricates the fluid framework of cordially congruent epitome of existence. When in anguished awareness the flimsy frame of self-image breaks, it sinks within to reach the soul at the depth of prudent perception, attains the sublime state of consciousness, feels the divine connection with God. The devout mantra of the sanctified soul, intoned in the temple of the heart, resonates with the symphony of sacred spirit, transcends the self-seeking perimeter. The cosmic creator of echoing silence of eternity makes my awakened soul proclaim the divine decree, I am the reflection of the absolute.