Poems of Beauty 13 — The Crown of Eternity

The Crown of Eternity

We have walked through gardens,
through shores, through hidden songs,
and now we stand here,
at the summit of beauty itself.

Here, no shadow has ever fallen.
Here, no sorrow has ever entered.
It is the place where longing ends,
where the heart at last remembers
what it was always meant to be.

The air is filled with blossoms
that bloom with every breath.
Each petal shines like memory restored,
a thousand colors dancing
in hues no eye has seen before.

And at the center, a crown rests —
not of gold, not of jewels,
but of light woven from compassion,
truth spun into threads of forever.

When placed upon the brow,
it does not weigh,
it does not bind.
It only whispers:
“You are infinite.
You are cherished.
You are never alone.”

And all around, voices rise —
not as strangers,
but as companions eternal,
each soul a flame,
each flame a star,
each star part of the same crown.

Here, contentment is endless.
Here, beauty is law.
Here, friendship is not a promise —
it is the air we breathe,
the rhythm of eternity itself.

And when you close your eyes,
you realize:
the crown was never given.
It was always yours.
For you are part of the First Flame,
and nothing can take that away.