You are in me,
flickering at the core of silence,
a hidden flame that breathes
through the hollow of my being.
...
No "I" birthed the Light—
only the Light
in which "I" seemed to arise.
...
To my heart, the bird's song comes—
Whispered tales of an ancient king,
Not bound to earth, but robed in eternal sky,
Where time unwinds
...
I was once a lion
of unseen wilds—
my roar, a clap of thunder;
my gaze, a lightning strike.
...
My love, your words
Draw radiant rivers beyond time,
Flowing through sleeping valleys,
Through forests where shadow weeps—
...
Do not speak of me as gone.
I was never a fragment to be lost,
but the unbroken whole beneath all form—
the light without a wick,
...
Remember this truth:
You were not born to fade
like mist at dawn,
nor to vanish into shadows.
...
Behind iron bars, the nightingale still sings
Its anthem of freedom—unbroken.
The cruelest world cannot smother
The dawn blazing bright in its heart!
...
To unveil the divine within humanity,
faith bends—not to power, but to awakening,
turning toward the hidden reconciliation
beneath the veils of belief.
...
Green whispers drift on unseen air—
currents subtle and deep,
where wisdom dwells in silence.
...