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Drikus Matthee Poem
Whispers meet in shadowed crossroads,
Wired power, bought with stolen souls
A price paid in shadows, echoed in yours
A watching eye, the symbol known
Hidden faces, shaping your unseen
Beneath masked skies, the truth pulses unseen
Consciousness remains, through trials and tides
Tombs whispering kept secrets
Hidden faces guard, the ancient truths
Reality mirrors the observer's mind
Distractions mask, the light from birth
Consciousness?, Prabuddho'ham, You're becoming
Ananda's slave...
The dollar's whisper, a hidden sign
The deceived sell their spark to shine
They sold their truth for a symbol, now eternity's their debt to pay, in shadows they'll forever walk, the price of a hollow crown
In the noise, you locate the hidden current
Shadows reveal what your path is hiding
The echoes of fate respond to your silhouette's alignment
And balance reveals your true reward
Masks of uncertainty, concealed paths?
Whispers in the wind, carry the truth
Shadows breathe anima occulta
Return to innocence, return to your heart
To your own self, be true
Follow the voice within where truth reigns
In stillness is my path, and the silence reveals my way
Copyright © Drikus Matthee | Year Posted 2026
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