My true self wanders through other realms
My true self wanders through other realms,
Far from my life, invisibly, it roams endlessly, free of burdens.
In oceans of dreams and sparkling stars, it is born,
Where no moment of the present can ensnare it.
On fields of the aurora borealis, my steps melt into the wind,
Wandering like a leaf in an astral dance of light,
In the depths of boundless forests of memories,
I am the whisper, lost in echoes of ancient dreams.
Never bound to this fleeting land,
My self pours into the waters of stars, where everything feels lighter.
A world of crystalline clarity and turbulent skies,
Filled with mysteries and warm lights of shimmering stars.
My true soul travels through emerald dreams and abysses,
Each wing's beat sings a ballad of molten black and white.
In the ocean of time, I find myself again and again,
In an endless dance of experiences, lost in unknown horizons.
In the pages of silence, thoughts flow like honey,
A flux of infinite consciousness finds its way.
A traveler in parallel universes where time stands still,
There, my self recognizes itself in a mystical fire.
Lights dissolve into shadows that rain glistening silver,
Each moment is a star birthing another reality, a new season.
I meet myself in ancestral dreams, in eternal breezes,
A free, invisible self, wandering through lands of serenity.
I gaze at the realms where my self flies, a rainbow of secrets,
No worldly worry penetrates the spheres where I escape.
I, the true self, free from life's constraints,
Wandering through infinities, in the magical and melancholic flow of eternity.
An infinite dance of the spirit, seeking the ultimate truth,
My self, an endless story, flowing through celestial currents.
In this universe of metaphors, I have found pure ecstasy,
An eternal self, traveling in the web of magic and relentless destiny.
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Dan Enache
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