THE QUIET LOVING

FIGURE IT OUT.

Once, I dared to wish�"

to believe in love's vastness,

but love: how it wounds,

how it binds the soul

within the citadel of life.

This feeling, a flame unspoiled,

a promise luminous and eternal,

whispered to me:

life is neither here nor there�"

it blooms in the deep unseen.

For believing is a knowing,

and knowing, a tender touch,

the soul’s embrace of all�"

its arms wide as the cosmos,

folding into the heart of existence,

where every pulse

is love.

:: 12.09.2024 ::