They chase mirages,
thirsting beneath a merciless sun,
blind to the pearl buried
in the ribs of endless sand.
They kneel before glitter,
worshipping false light,
hands stained with fool’s gold,
never questioning the shine.
Peace is hunted like a ghost
Oblivious to it as you are its host.
Light no flame outside.
The altar is within.
What you beg the world to give
has always slept beneath your breath.
Tear the veil ego and ignorance
Dissolve the self that asks.
For the seeker and the the sought
were never two.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 3:28 AM UTC
They chase mirages,
thirsting beneath a merciless sun,
blind to the pearl buried
in the ribs of endless sand.
They kneel before glitter,
worshipping false light,
hands stained with fool’s gold,
never questioning the shine.
Peace is hunted like a ghost
Oblivious to it as you are its host.
Light no flame outside.
The altar is within.
What you beg the world to give
has always slept beneath your breath.
Tear the veil ego and ignorance
Dissolve the self that asks.
For the seeker and the the sought
were never two.
