When shadows gather, vast and deep, and earthly visions cease,
We learn that nothing truly lasts but love that grants us peace.
Death casts a cosmic threshold where time and space suspend—
A soul’s eternal journey, deprived of start or end.

We are the universe in flesh—brief sparks that strive to burn,
To love, to lose, to ache, to rise, then homeward all return.
Our fragile souls, a fleeting flame within the grand design,
We blaze a path, then fade away, into the great Divine.

Though kingdoms crumble into ash, their glory turned to dust,
The cosmos hums its sacred hymn—infinite, wise, and just.
Let fools lament their golden age, let tyrants grasp in vain—
Their legacies dissolve like mist, forgotten in the rain.

O mortal pride that dares to stand against the rising tide,
Your monuments decay in storms, your hubris swept aside.
For time’s vast hand and nature’s law reclaim all we create,
Leaving in the wind but whispers—born of folly and fate.

The tides of time will rise again, engulfing king and slave,
Yet souls who walk in virtue’s light defy the yawning grave.
No crown nor sword nor gilded throne can halt death’s swift decree,
But selfless love alone ascends to claim eternity.

So let us all cast aside our fears and reach for what lies far beyond,
For in the heart where kindness dwells, true love forms an unbreakable bond.
When stars have burned and worlds collapse, one truth remains supreme—
Love, the undying flame within, outlasts the fleeting dream.

No deed born of a fractured, warring mind,
Can weave the peace all restless souls must find.
But hearts laid bare-curious, brave, and sure-
Unlatch the gates where ancient truths endure.

To truly hear, the clamoring mind must still,
No urge to judge, resist, or bend to will.
For listening is neither to accept nor deny,
But to transform closed minds to an open, starlit sky.

When thought transcends the doctrines that confine,
The spirit sheds its chains and dares to shine,
Embracing self and world as one design,
A cosmic dance where stars and souls align.

For understanding blossoms when self is whole,
Not from the fragments struggling for control.
Tranquility wells from love’s unfathomed sea,
Unveiling truths that set the spirit free.

Though shadows lengthen, and the wild winds cry,
And nature falters ‘neath an injured sky,
Within this darkness, resilient seeds take hold,
From ashen grief, a vibrant tale shall unfold.

With gentle, humble hands, we nurture life’s rebirth,
Honoring her ancient wisdom and boundless worth.
When selfless acts become our guiding art,
The wounded soul finds solace in the heart.

What whispers through the cosmic sea,
A question posed eternally?
We grasp at stars and chase the sun,
Yet know not why our race is run.

The senses bind, the passions sway,
We build our castles of decay,
Is knowledge but a fleeting stream,
A chase for phantoms in a dream?

Perhaps the good, the true, the right,
Are but illusions in the night,
And life’s a stage, a movie screen,
Where fate decides the script unseen.

Yet in the depths, a flicker lies,
A yearning for the unbound skies,
To break the chains, to see, to know,
If seeds of purpose lie below.

Surely in virtue’s gentle grace,
A path to find our rightful place,
To ease the division and still the fear,
And find purity in what we hold dear.

Take courage and seek, though answers fade,
In every choice a real life is made,
To find our truth, though frail and small,
And give our fleeting lives our all.

So let us strive, with open heart,
To play in life a noble part,
And find, in every step we take,
A meaning we ourselves must make.

Though certainties wane and doubts arise,
Let kindness sparkle within our eyes,
To build a world where spirits blend,
And love transcends our mortal end.