The soft eyes of Truth hold a hidden store,
Which escorts awakening to our door.
The lustrous orbs, all stillness and hush,
Beckoning, yet kind, never in a rush.
Reflecting a light that has no age,
bringing forth our own inner sage.
“Suffering or Surrender, a simple choice,”
comes the enchantment of the Cosmic Voice.
A chance to drop the disorder and din;
allow Thy Decree to charm from within!