Veil of Illusion: The Dance of Ho’oponopono
In the shadow of a sturdy tree, an age of time long past its prime,
I stood—removed from fantasy, an alternate realm; almost rhyme.
Where dream and mirage lose their hold, a silent space begins to unfold.
Detachment not from life’s embrace, but towards a more divine interface,
A dance of disciple, master, and the grand Divine, through ho’oponopono’s tender line.
In integration lies the key, a meld of realms both you and me.
The practice paints a picture clear, of unity, beyond the sphere
Of mere mundane; joy seeps in slow, its weight to bear as we grow,
To discerning eyes, the elevation appears, an aura of ancient wise seers.
No need for temples, stone or gold, the sacred within does unfold.
Beyond titles of guru, or healing art, it’s within one’s heart the journey does start,
One’s true nature in light’s form, a beacon amidst life’s storm.
Teach only those with seeking eyes, lest karmic cords tie surprise.
The universal song does decree, through illusion’s mist, the Oneness to see.
Melding with the One, our duty, our fate, humanity’s dance, never too late.
Life’s obligations, like sand through fingers slip, realization’s call, a tighter grip.
Beyond present’s confines, we ought to gaze, the eternal self, beyond life’s haze.
For in the ego, bound tight in karmic thread, lies not the truth, but illusion instead.
Bliss, more than mere joy’s crest, in its depth, God’s very best.
The challenge to realize is steep, yet in its pursuit, the rewards we reap.
To transcend the secular’s shallow dive, and in spirit’s true essence thrive.
Modern values now questioned stand, a pivot from the material to a higher land.
From ‘I’ to ‘We’, from self to the All, hearing ho’oponopono’s beckoning call.
To pierce the veil, the final quest, in Divinity’s embrace, forever to rest.
In this land of ancient song and dance, we’re offered yet another chance.
To realize, to know, to be, the foundation of eternal glee.
So in the dance of ho’oponopono’s tone, we find a path, a way back home.
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