The Circle Within: In Poetic Rhyme

No wave remains, no name, no face, All merge into the boundless grace, Where time dissolves, where ends erase, And only One remains in place.

The Atma fades, the form is gone, The soul returns to what was drawn, It wakes to see the timeless dawn, Where all is One, and none are pawn.

Parmatma is the sea, the sky, The breath, the flame, the final cry, It does not part, it does not try, It simply is—no you, no I.

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