Maya
The paradox of paradoxes.
Seer
To be a wanderer in realms of time is truly a game of a lost treasure. Up until the self is satisfied, it wanders the perimeters of its ultimate threshold. Dream, death, life, birth—it all appears to be the same now. The maya of life, in its own right, does protect the dream we dream. Stripped veiless, it is a shock in itself.
But I guess here is where I must make amends with myself. In seeking what chooses to hide, it is the responsibility of the self to respect the truth when it is found. Seek only when you can unburden the burden of truth.
Gratitude to the veiless truth that showed me One still has the will and desire to choose life.
“ The bread you offered was beautiful, but the earth is more beautiful still.” - Sayat Nova
February, 2025
