Om mani padme pm

In veils of black, existence lies,
a silent light, where truth applies.
From shadow blooms reality’s face,
forms arise and fall through time and space.

The script, a whisper, soft and clear,
"Om mani padme hum" – its essence near.
A lotus unfolds in the darkened night,
its jewel aglow with eternal light.

Angels of light and angels of shade,
two forces in harmony beautifully laid.
They carry the message, gentle and true,
bridging the mortal with the timeless view.

Silver shadows, golden gleam,
the divine flows through life’s stream.
Purity in chaos, perfection in line,
all paths converge to the sacred design.

So shines the message, universal and bright,
from darkness springs the radiant light.
In unity’s circle, in love intertwined,
the eternal divine is where we align.