The spiritual journey is not a career or a success story
The spiritual journey is not a career or a success story,
But a series of humiliations of the false self, like a dance of the eclipses.
It's a time of change, a network of somber moments and dazzling brightness,
A story where the ego breaks, and the truth shines forth, merciless but free.
On the deceitful path, each step is like an echo in a canyon,
A submerged sound that emerges and fades, playing on the string of sensitivity.
In the tragic motion, the cloak of lies tears, revealing the stark truth,
And the pure essence trembles, baring itself before the unimaginable judgment.
The soul embarks on the river of bitterness and frenzied hope,
It wavers on the waves of humility, melting into the deep waters of relinquishment.
It's a fall into the unknown well, an unseen struggle in the soul, eternal and crushing,
Like a rustle of rain that floods the streets, cleansing everything to be reborn.
The humble descent is a dance of unveiling, where masks are shredded,
The dazzling lights of illusion fade, and the murmur of truth amplifies.
In the proud play of the true-self making, the ego sheds its illusions of glory,
And remains reflected in the murky waters, where the honest truth is revelation and release.
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Dan Enache
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