The silence means more than the sound
An eye sees more than is told
A heart hears the colors of meaning
Bright, sacred light in every hue
I remember that I am not lost
Nor found, just myself passing along
Corridors woven by my ancestors
And each day, I find a new path
Destiny is not in its meaning
To reify destiny is to end
To deify destiny is to lose control
To find destiny, is to transform
So often I find myself wondering
Through a kalidescope of possibilties
Just to settle on
The meaning of me.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 4:04 AM UTC
The silence means more than the sound
An eye sees more than is told
A heart hears the colors of meaning
Bright, sacred light in every hue
I remember that I am not lost
Nor found, just myself passing along
Corridors woven by my ancestors
And each day, I find a new path
Destiny is not in its meaning
To reify destiny is to end
To deify destiny is to lose control
To find destiny, is to transform
So often I find myself wondering
Through a kalidescope of possibilties
Just to settle on
The meaning of me.
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