In the realm where footsteps falter and time dissolves,
Lies a chasm too vast for any voyage.
A silent ocean of unreachable dreams,
Where the horizon whispers promises forever out of reach.
 

No bridge, no crossing—only the ache of longing,
A tear in the fabric of eternity.
Where the heart yearns to bridge the unbridgeable,
But finds only the echo of what cannot be.

Stride through that unseen land on your joyous horse,

Wrapped in the sheer of assuring darkness.

Let nothing touch your body and your liberated soul,

Only peace and peace through the veil of stillness.

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Jay Jagdev | May 2025