Under the infinite sky of our destiny, the waves of souls stir
Under the infinite sky of our destiny, the waves of souls stir,
A sea of average spirits, drifting aimlessly on the waters of silence,
Lacking that aristocratic individuality, as demanded by Christ or Buddha or Plato,
Hiding in the anonymous multitude, with secret desires for self-glorification.
We are leaves in the whirlwind of a cosmic wind, guided by unseen stars,
Shadows enshrouded in mystery, lost in the eternal flow of time,
Without reaching the greatness of the lofty prophets who illuminated the path,
We retreat into shells of silence, dreaming of a brighter self.
In the garden of nocturnal dreams, we lay our desires like rose petals,
But every step on the worn path betrays our fragility,
Like pale stars sprung from murky waters, seeking revelation,
We cling to the thread of a fleeting truth that might transform us.
The crowd swallows us in a cold embrace like the shadows of morning,
Each soul becomes a grain of sand in the hourglass of eternity,
Under masks of indifference, we burn with secret aspirations,
But we are condemned to wander in the common grayness of existence.
The night spreads its magical mantle over us, filling the air with mystery and dreams,
And in its silence, we dream of divine illuminations, of untouchable greatness,
The secrets of the heart sing a symphony of boundless desires,
Yet we are trapped in the melancholic dance of unknown, faded lives.
In the shadow of destiny, we seek signs of liberation, gazing at the starry vault,
Hoping that one day we will transcend the clouds and shine fully,
But we are mere canvases dusted by time, fluttering in the wind,
With each shattered dream, we remain prisoners of our own mediocrity.
And yet, deep within the soul, there shines a spark of magic,
An echo of latent greatness, waiting to be unleashed,
Perhaps one day, we will break the chains of mediocrity and rise,
To the infinite sky of dreams, towards the light of a supreme and serene truth.
There, in their great wisdom, the great spirits call us,
To discover our divine self, hidden in caverns of unknown shadows,
To rise, children of the stars and the earth, as reborn flames,
And dance to the rhythms of mystical light, in the eternal harmony of the vast sky.
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Dan Enache
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