The Forgotten Origin

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I walked this world with restless eyes,
Chasing dreams that fade and die.
Through fleeting joy and silent pain,
I searched for something I couldn’t name.

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In crowded streets and endless days,
Lost in time’s unfolding maze,
I felt a void I could not fill —
A quiet call, so distant still.

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The world spoke loud of gain and pride,
Of things that shift like turning tide.
Yet deep within, beneath the noise,
A softer truth denied those joys.

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A fragile echo, faint but clear,
Would surface when the heart drew near —
A memory not of this place,
But of a long-forgotten grace.

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I’ve forgotten where I came from,
Lost within the passing years,
Yet something calls me through the silence,
Through the longing and the tears.

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Truthfulness lights a hidden pathway,
Compassion warms what once was cold,
Through forbearance, calm and steady,
The forgotten origin unfolds.

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No map was drawn, no voice declared,
No outward sign that someone cared,
Yet step by step, through trials unknown,
A deeper clarity was shown.

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When I released what I held tight,
And chose the truth instead of right,
A quiet strength began to grow —
A path the heart alone could know.

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Not lost, but wandering far from sight,
Through veils of time and shadowed light.
The soul remembers, though concealed,
What once was known is now revealed.

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I remember where I came from,
Not in words, but deep inside,
In every moment truth is chosen,
In every step where doubts subside.

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Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance guide,
Like stars that never fade away,
The path returns through silent knowing —
And leads the heart back to the Way.

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So in the stillness, I remain,
Beyond all loss, beyond all gain.
For what was lost was never gone —
It waits… until the soul moves on.

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