Truth is the immanent soul meant to be realised: Poem
Truth is the immanent soul meant to be realised: Poem
A light within, a steady gleam,
The truth it holds, a waking dream.
Not born of time, it knows no end,
The soul, our truest, deepest friend.
Witness to thoughts that flit and fly,
The feelings stir, the moments die.
Each deed we do, each word we say,
Are witnessed in soul's gentle sway.
To find this truth, this inner guide,
We turn within, where secrets hide.
Know thyself, the ancients cried,
The path to truth, where souls reside.
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