In the quiet whispers of the night,
When shadows dance in the moon’s soft light,
I embark on a journey deep within,
To find the peace where my soul begins.

Through valleys of doubt and peaks of faith,
I tread the path of the sacred wraith,
With every step, a prayer unfolds,
The ancient wisdom my heart consoles.

In the stillness of the morning dew,
I feel the presence of the Divine anew,
Guiding me with an unseen hand,
To realms of love, where spirits stand.

As the sun sets on the horizon’s crest,
I find solace in this eternal quest,
For in the search for the sacred and whole,
I discover the truth that frees my soul.