Born from the breath between wanderings
a flame walking the horizon
searching for the truth
that whispers beyond the fences of the world
freedom called a name
before learning to speak
the soul answered
by leaning toward the open sky
in the quiet depths
where shadows keep their stories
gathering broken mirrors
and teaching them how to shine
turning wounds into lanterns
turning endings into beginnings
to carry the memory
of ancient winds in the bones
the ones that know
how to unmake a cage
with a single note of honesty
how to turn storms into teachings
how to steady the trembling hands
of those learning to rise
walking in circles of minds and hearts
a silent architect of clarity
words like gentle revolutions
truth like a soft constellation
resting in the palms
the journey is a weaving
of fire and water
of vision and vulnerability
a dance between the world within
and the world awakening around
and still
beneath all the motion
a single vow endures
to grow by unraveling the false
to transform by touching the unseen
to offer knowing
as the sky offers its light
quietly
endlessly
without permission or apology
for to be the traveler
and the teacher
the alchemist and the wind
the opening door
and the hand that reaches through it
becoming
with every step
the truth the soul remembers
and the world has waited
to hear
love more
always love more
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