PURE ASCENT
A Soulful Observer
One drifts amid the changing whispers of forgotten roads and the soft rhythm of inner dialogues—a traveler exploring the thin margin between longing and discovery. This remains a cycle with no finish, a drive toward essence where each stride acts as a probe and every lull becomes a truth.
Upon the twisting trail of vision, one hunts not for a harbor, but for the vibration of being within a landscape of perpetual change. In this place, profoundness outweighs the roar, and the path itself turns into the tether for a heart seeking light and rhythmic grace.
Amidst the hush, brilliance grows;
Within the gloom, ideas hunt for glow.
Reflections that urge you to doubt your living
Your intent; your SPIRIT.
Within the cosmos of suns, worlds, nebulae
And the boundless stellar potentials,
Mortal brain is the cradle for all dreaming.
Dreaming that builds, dreaming that links, dreaming that breaks.
Within the total realm of shadow, the psyche starts to roam
Roam the trails that head to “void”
“Void” that thrived since forever; or void that is made.
What is this void?
Where is this void?
A veiled secret to be probed by the traveler.
Head full of notions and yet so void.
Void full of trails where heading loses sense
Shadow where it all survives but veiled from truth
What shall the traveler act?
Where is the glow?
Where is the trail?
Without aim feeling through lasting shadow
Drifts the traveler in hunt of truth.