In the heart’s hidden country, beyond yes and no,
A whisper arrives: let the scales go.
Love enters unclothed of verdict and name,
And the soul is forgiven before it explains.
Like a sea that forgets it was ever a storm,
Stillness remembers our original form.
Love does not ask what we broke or betrayed
It looks once, and the wounds are unafraid.
Here, justification falls from the tongue,
And the ego grows quiet, finally young.
No courtroom, no witness, no sentence, no plea
Only seeing, and being, and being seen.
When judgment departs, the Beloved draws near,
And what we called “flawed” dissolves into clear.
Know this, O traveler, simple and true:
Where judgment ends, love walks through.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 1:45 AM UTC
In the heart’s hidden country, beyond yes and no,
A whisper arrives: let the scales go.
Love enters unclothed of verdict and name,
And the soul is forgiven before it explains.
Like a sea that forgets it was ever a storm,
Stillness remembers our original form.
Love does not ask what we broke or betrayed
It looks once, and the wounds are unafraid.
Here, justification falls from the tongue,
And the ego grows quiet, finally young.
No courtroom, no witness, no sentence, no plea
Only seeing, and being, and being seen.
When judgment departs, the Beloved draws near,
And what we called “flawed” dissolves into clear.
Know this, O traveler, simple and true:
Where judgment ends, love walks through.
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