In forests of the mind I roam,
Through chakras, auras, yin and yang.
Prayers, mantras, mudras, gods of home, ... читать полностью
Biofields, meridians, a spiritual gang.

The trees reach up with leafy might,
Transforming sunbeams into life's embrace.
In darkest night,a joyous flight,
The bats, unmatched in airy space.

Oh, summit of all creation's art,
Where have the birds lost liberty?
How did you grow a captive heart,
With life confined to pages, not to be?

Where is your radiant armor, bright and bold?
Awaken talents slumbering deep within.
True power, not for tales to be told,
The world on your shoulders, Atlas, let it begin.

In helplessness, maps, karma, marks appear,
Unseen by planets' distant, cold decree.
When every cell is filled, making it clear,
Each breath you take, a ray of sun from thee.

How a magic touch can change it all,
How an angel grants the soul its wing.
Obstacles become a stepping stone, and fall,
And silent thoughts begin to sing.

Where is your radiant armor, bright and bold?
Awaken talents slumbering deep within.
True power, not for tales to be told,
The world on your shoulders, Atlas, let it begin.

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