In the garment of the world, illusions dance and sway, Adorned in the colors of deceit, in shadows they play. Look not with your earthly eyes, ensnared by their guise, Seek instead the Divine’s light, beyond the material lies.

Silent echoes whisper, in the bazaar of desires, False are the treasures, and false are the pyres. The silk of illusion weaves a comforting cloak, Yet beneath its shimmer, the soul merely chokes.

Break free from the chains of the gilded cage, Unravel the script, turn a fresh page. Lift the veil of illusion, seek the Eternal truth, In the echo of silence, find your soul’s youth.

Not in the clay of existence, but in the Potter’s hand, Lies the essence of being, beyond the shifting sand. The world is but a dream within the dreamer’s heart, Seek the dreamer, not the dream, for that’s where journeys start.

So cast off the garments of worldly illusion and deceit, And with naked soul, the Beloved Truth, you shall meet. Unveiled and unadorned, in your spiritual rebirth, Witness the Divine’s love, in every grain of Earth.