Under the sky that dissolves dogmas like the wind does sand

Under the sky that dissolves dogmas like the wind does sand, A canopy of empathy unfolds like an ancient tapestry, Embroidered with clarity and illuminated by pure integrity, Entangled in the fine threads of unknown transcendence. I listen as celestial conversations sing in honey and cinnamon, Flowing through the veins of silence like a river of perfect rhymes, While butterflies, with shimmering silver wings, Kiss the hibiscus dawn, a prophecy born from glass dreams. My heart, aflame with diamond fires, reflects pages of rest, Mirroring the soul's gratitude, painted in shades of patience, Rising from willows of wisdom, like fortified fields, That crown the peaks of mountains gazing at the constellations of destiny. The golden gate, adorned with serene sepals, opens silent sonatas, Erasing refrains written in loops, imitating recited ancient scriptures, For once I was a marionette bound by time and fears, The fear of liberation kept me captive in cracked calligraphies. Now I journey through rose dunes, breathing divine light, Eager to strip the verses of love from hypnotic illusion, Untangling the luminous webs of the inner eye, Realigning metaphors and eliminating the shadows of ego. O, sapphire rings of seraphic stars, I surrender to the neon mist, As my spirit rises toward clouds that whisper magic, The alchemical rain of dreams falls upon me like a blessing, Purifying the essence and synchronizing with the echoes of stillness. Touch me with delicate truth and feel the pulse of pink lilies, The warmth of cosmic healing, tied to conscious manifestations, Where vibrant valleys bloom in kindness and forgiveness, Dwelling in the timeless fragrance of the soul's rebirth. Musk of metamorphosis and oud of revival, steeped in clarity, My heart weaves the transcendent twilight yearning for all that breathes, Through illuminated chakras, uniting merciful rivers with zephyrs, Until the sky sees the Universe living in the tips of my fingers.