Cold, dark nights stretch endlessly across the sky, where stars twinkle like distant jewels on a black sheet. The dim flame of a candle flickers in the cold wind, its fragile existence seeming to defy the chill. Where has all my restlessness gone? I wonder, standing on the border of peace, caught between the quiet calm of night and the chaos of my own thoughts. What is the romance in this cold, dark night? The stars themselves seem under a spell, twinkling with a majestic delight, as if performing in a festival of celebrated dreams and old memories.
I gaze through the misty window panes, and in that quiet moment, I ask: Who has come? My soul stirs, alive with the beauty of this night. My veins rejoice in the warmth of the moment, as songs and ballads rise once again to my domain. There is radiance, warmth, love, and ecstasy even in the midst of this cold dark night. The foggy air seems to carry the nebulous reprise of all that has come before, weaving together melodies of old.
I hear the tunes of the songs we sang together, riding the boats upon the seas. Those melodies we gave to the waters, those tunes that still echo in the vastness of the oceans, remain etched in time. Am I an unfathomable ocean of hope and faith? A sea of endless possibilities? My soul slowly mellows, finding peace in the rhythm of the world around me. My veins pulse with the deep, gentle awareness that this moment is infinite, a fleeting eternity suspended in time.
Let this moment be lived forever, for I am immortal. I ignite within this flame, radiant and divine, as pure and sacred as the temple or shrine I have become. Lost in the domain of my ecstasy, I stand as both the seeker and the sacred, bound by the eternal joy of the present.