In the silent whispers of the morning light,
Where shadows fade into the bright,
The soul stirs with gentle grace,
Seeking truths in a boundless space.

Like the river’s endless flow,
Through valleys deep, and hills aglow,
The spirit finds a path to roam,
A journey to its eternal home.

Beneath the stars, beneath the sky,
Questions rise and slowly fly,
As the heart opens wide its door,
To secrets of the evermore.

In the dance of time, and breath’s embrace,
Awakening finds its rightful place,
A sacred truth, a whispered name,
The soul, renewed, forever aflame.