I am not the shadow,
but the light that casts it—
loving every surging form this self becomes.
More than the tether of spoken words,
I am the silence between the stars,
the hidden pulse, the unseen hand
carving paths through the architecture of all things.
And when the shaping ends,
I dissolve, absolute,
into the vastness waiting beyond.
—January, 26,2026
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