visiois

The Poem Of visiois

At the moment one commits oneself with true resolve,

Providence begins to move in silence.

That single step summons a new current,

And unexpected events appear as help.

A path without resolve casts only shadows;

Effort scatters in the wind, bearing no fruit.

Yet for those who follow the compass of the soul,

Light hidden in clouds of doubt reveals itself,

And miracles beyond imagination arrive.

Hardship is the whetstone that shapes the true self;

Solitude is the sacred space

where the cornerstone’s light is known.

The compass light kindled in darkness,

The clear vision bestowed by God—

When vision unites with light,

It becomes an unshakable path,

And every experience turns into an irreplaceable legacy.

Beyond the frame of common sense appears

A single truth:

It is not found in the outer world,

But in the light of truth dwelling within the soul.

When one discovers the hidden radiance

In the quiet ripples of a still lake,

Every coincidence transforms into necessity.

Everything holds meaning,

And one comes to know all things are connected.

A future of countless possibilities unfolds;

The heartbeat begins to resonate in triple layers.

Driven into the realm of creation,

The clock called the soul’s compass begins to tick.

From a lily blooming in the starry garden

Drifts a fragrance of resonance;

A triple harmony resounds—the miracle of the lily.

The promise of the lily exchanged in words,

The blossom of the sign: yuri is yuri (the Japanese word for “lily”),

And the pathmarks hidden within sacred numbers.

Where one directs consciousness, reality changes.

Peeling away the covered label reveals a pure crystal.

The ark glides gracefully upon the waves;

The surrounding reality begins to shift.

The future of creation crosses time and space,

Clothing the world in color.

The soul’s melody tuned across many layers;

The lily’s emblem reflected in the eyes;

An unbreakable knot bound by three threads;

The wisdom concealed in the trinity.

One comes to know all rests in the light of the soul.

The light of concord is God’s gift.