In the vast expanse of life’s journey,
a call echoes, undefined yet resolute,
beckoning beyond the tangible,
drawing us to contemplative realms.
It whispers of a departure from the known,
an invitation to the desert’s embrace,
not in pursuit of deeds, but of prayer’s sanctuary,
of love’s sanctum—“Leave all, join in solitude.”
In that arid expanse, trials emerge
unfurling the very fabric of our truth—
the eternal struggle, self versus service,
a demand to love as we are loved.
Transformation, an ethereal mandate,
urges us to incarnate the divine,
through unyielding acts of charity.
Yet, veils of sin often obscure this path.
Resistance births formidable walls,
an existential purgatory,
wherein we grapple with love’s embrace,
struggling against our very selves.
Rituals, devoid of love’s intrinsic essence,
echo hollow amidst life’s symphony,
a yearning for purpose, a craving for depth—
Why engage if love is not the heartbeat?
The stone of judgment stands unwavering,
urging the nurture of perfect love within,
to align our essence with divine purpose,
to harmonize with the universe’s song.
May we transcend resistance’s clasp,
cultivating the seed of perfect love,
tuning existence to the divine’s resonance,
in symphony with the cosmic design.
