Cosmic Truth

In the grand theatre of the cosmos, we stand,

Mere avatars in a game, at our higher self's command.
Illusion weaves its threads, veiling truth unseen,
As we dance upon the stage of the cosmic dream.

Stars shimmer above, painting stories in the sky,
Yet behind the veil, deeper mysteries lie.
Each soul a player, in this cosmic charade,
Guided by whispers from realms where truths are laid.

Our bodies but vessels, vessels for the soul's play,
In this grand illusion, we navigate our way.
Through realms of light and shadow, we journey on,
Seeking glimpses of the truth, until the illusion is gone.

Though the world may seem solid, a place of substance and form,
It's but a fleeting dream, where the soul is reborn.
For beyond this illusion, in realms beyond our sight,
Lies the essence of our being, pure and infinite light.

So let us dance upon this stage, with grace and with ease,
Knowing that we are but players in the cosmic breeze.
For in the game of existence, the cosmic tides we sail,
Until the illusion fades, and truth's secrets we unveil.