The Enigmatic Sage
Reflection
In the depths of time, where whispers of wisdom reside,
A face etched with the trials of ages, a story untold.
Lines of experience carve paths across the canvas of his soul,
Each wrinkle a chapter, each gaze a universe of thought.
The ink of knowledge flows like rivers on his brow,
A tapestry of thoughts, a symphony of insight.
His beard, a forest of secrets, a sanctuary of light,
A testament to the enduring spirit of the wise.
Through the veil of shadows, his eyes pierce the void,
A beacon of truth in a world of fleeting illusion.
He stands as a bridge between the seen and unseen,
A guardian of wisdom, a keeper of the eternal flame.
In his presence, we find ourselves reflected,
A mirror of our own journey, our own becoming.
For in his gaze, we see not just a man,
But the echoes of our own souls, yearning to transcend.
The Enigmatic Sage, a timeless guide,
Whose wisdom whispers to the heart, not the mind.
Through his eyes, we see the path, the light, the truth,
A journey of transformation, a dance of the soul.