Sanctum of the Hidden Sun

Beneath the vault of trembling stars
Where stone and spirit keep their guard
A gate of gold, unseen by eyes
Yet felt where truth and silence rise
The circle turns, the sigil glows
The heart becomes what it once chose
No map can trace the final path
Only the flame survives the math
Pages burned and scrolls betrayed
Yet still the fire holds its shape
In shadow's womb, the dawn was made
Through mortal dust, ascension waits
In the Sanctum of the Hidden Sun
Where time unweaves what fear has spun
No blood, no war—just thought refined
The soul becomes the grand design
Transmute the self, become the One
Symbols breathe where the ancients knelt
In silence deeper than was felt
A vow is carved in wind and skin
To break the cage we're buried in
The spine aligns with stellar keys
A voice is born in frequencies
No priest, no god, no holy name
Just light remembering its flame
So I crossed the line that thought had drawn
Between the dusk and what is dawn
Each breath became a sacred tone
The fear dissolved—I walked alone
In the Sanctum of the Hidden Sun
Where time unweaves what fear has spun
No blood, no war—just thought refined
The soul becomes the grand design
Transmute the self, become the One
Not found in books or chants or rites
But in the pause between two lights
Where death is not the end, but key
And every "I" becomes the "We"
In the Sanctum of the Hidden Sun
Where fear and fire become as one
No path remains, no road to run
Only the truth we dared become
Transmute the self—become the Sun