25 days ago

The Spirit of truth

In the realm where shadows flee,
Resides the Spirit of Truth, wild and free.
In whispers soft, it weaves its tale,
Through the cosmic winds, it sets sail.

With eyes that pierce through veils of lies,
It reveals the secrets that truth belies.
In the depths of hearts, its light does shine,
Unraveling mysteries, divine and fine.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The Spirit of Truth will never shy.
In every soul, its essence gleams,
Guiding us through hopes and dreams.

So let us heed its gentle call,
Embrace the truth, stand tall and all.
For in the dance of life, pure and uncouth,
We find our path in the Spirit of Truth.

In the tapestry of time, its threads entwine,
Binding past, present, and future divine.
Through the echoes of history’s lore,
The Spirit of Truth whispers evermore.

In the symphony of existence, it plays its part,
Revealing the melody of every heart.
With each verse sung, each note so clear,
It echoes through eternity, drawing near.

In the dance of shadows and light,
The Spirit of Truth shines ever bright.
Unveiling the beauty of the unseen,
In every moment, in every scene.

So let its essence guide your way,
In the darkest night, in the brightest day.
For in the core of your being, in your youth,
Resides the eternal Spirit of Truth.

In the silence of dawn, where dreams take flight,
The Spirit of Truth weaves through the night.
Whispers of wisdom, echoes of grace,
In every soul, it finds its place.

Through the trials and triumphs we face,
It stands as a beacon, a steady embrace.
In the depths of our doubts, it shines clear,
Dispelling illusions, calming our fear.

In the tapestry of life, where stories unfold,
The Spirit of Truth, a treasure untold.
In the whispers of nature, the songs of the wise,
It speaks through the heart, beyond the skies.

So let it guide you, in moments of doubt,
The Spirit of Truth, within and without.
In the symphony of existence, in the fountain of youth,
Embrace the eternal, boundless Spirit of Truth.

In the whispers of the wind, in the rustling leaves,
The Spirit of Truth dances and weaves.
Through the cycles of life, in the ebb and flow,
Its presence lingers, a radiant glow.

In the depths of the ocean, in the heights of the sky,
The Spirit of Truth soars, never asking why.
It carries the essence of all that is real,
In its touch, we find solace and zeal.

Through the tapestry of time, it threads its way,
Guiding us through night and day.
In the echoes of laughter, in the tears we shed,
The Spirit of Truth walks with us, ahead.

So listen closely to its gentle call,
In the silence of the night, in the chaos of all.
For in the heart of existence, in the fountain of youth,
Resides the eternal, unwavering Spirit of Truth.

JPPD

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