Santoor Sky

Yesterday,

I visited the sacred Pantheon…

In my dreams,

I met wise men…

They spoke in silence,

They breathed in time,

They showed me truths

Beyond the mind…

Stone walls whispered stories untold,

Eyes full of wisdom,

hearts made of gold,

Kings had fallen, empires were gone,

But the truth kept breathing long after the dawn.

I asked the sages,

“What makes a man free?” One smiled softly,

“First, conquer what you see.”

Another said, “The world is your reflection,

Break your illusions,

awaken your perception.”

A thousand questions in the midnight sky,

A million secrets in a stranger’s eyes,

If time is a river,

if life is a flame,

Who was I before I carried my name?

Pantheon… call my name,

Through the darkness, through the flame,

Ancient souls, eternal light,

Wake the truth I buried inside.

Pantheon… let me know,

Where the lost philosophers go,

I came as a man

with a world to understand,

I left with the universe held in my hands.

I saw the rebel,

the prophet, the king,

Each had a truth,

each had a chain,

Some chased power, some worshipped fame,

Some lost themselves just to master the game.

The oldest sage looked straight in my eyes,

“Your greatest prison is the truth you deny.

You seek the heavens,

you search for a sign,

But the door you are seeking is built in your mind.”

Am I the dreamer?

Or the dream being dreamed?

Am I the question?

Or the answer unseen?

If all of creation lives deep in the soul,

Who holds the key?

Who made us whole?

Pantheon…

call my name,

I am not the man who came,

Through the ashes, through the night,

I found my freedom in the light.

Pantheon…

now I know,

There are worlds within the soul,

I came with questions,

I leave as the flame,

The gods never answered…

They taught me to question again.

Yesterday,

I visited the sacred Pantheon…

In my dreams,

I met wise men…

And when I woke up…

I was one of them.