I dwell within my private sphere,
a hidden world where I am near
where colors drift and corners lean,
and truth lives softly, bare, unseen.
No clamor dares to cross the gate,
for silence here knows how to wait.
It breathes in hush, in gentle hue,
and shapes a peace the heart once knew.
The souls within this quiet place
read every shadow on my face.
They know my dusk, they know my dawn,
the dreams I keep, the nights I’m worn.
Outside, the world may pull and strain,
may trade in noise, in rush, in pain.
But here, my pulse finds tender proof
a love that needs no armor, no roof.
Though small it seems to distant eyes,
it holds a sky of honest skies.
I walk this path, unbound, sincere,
with those who know me always near.
I loosen the knots of crowded thought
and set down weights that can’t be bought.
The river hums my name, my way
I walk in trust, I do not sway.
Though worlds may tilt and heavens turn,
I meet the fire without the burn.
Each moment breathes, then slips from view,
a quiet pulse my heart still knew.
Expectations melt like dawn’s first hue,
I choose the path that rings most true.
Whatever comes, I let it be
the living current carries me.
She is not the ashes of yesterday’s fire.
She is the light of a new dawn.
Her part doesn’t define her.
a single seed, a patient palm,
can school the heart in steady calm
that humble gifts, when warmed by care,
unfold to worlds beyond compare
a candle born of fragile flame
teaches the dark to speak its name,
it tutors hope in how to see
the road toward what is meant to be
the smallest act, the tender word,
moves hidden gears the eye has blurred,
they bend the weight of silent things
and teach the soul how fate begins
those faithful to the unseen art
of showing up with open heart
will find that what they shaped in clay
becomes the peaks where they now stand
for every blessing, slight and brief,
is scripture written underneath
a map that leads, step after step,
to joys that come… and choose to stay.