Veiled Eternity
Reflection
In the quiet chamber where time stands still,
Three veiled figures sit, cloaked in white,
Their faces hidden, their souls revealed.
The air is thick with silence, a sacred hymn,
Each breath a whisper of ancient truths.
The staff in hand, a symbol of duty,
Points to the unseen, the unspoken,
Guiding the path of the unseen world.
Their robes, like clouds, envelop the earth,
A reminder of the divine and the mortal.
In their stillness, we find our own reflection,
For who are we beneath the mask we wear?
The veils they wear are not just cloth,
But layers of identity, of self,
Peeling away to reveal the core.
This is not just a scene, but a mirror,
A call to look within, to find the light,
To embrace the mystery of being.
For in the veiled, we see the eternal,
The unchanging essence of all things.
May this image be a beacon,
A guide to the inner journey,
Where the self is both hidden and revealed,
In the quiet embrace of eternity.