The sky unscrolls, a veil of fire,
The earth inhales, a womb entire.
Mountains murmur, rivers bend
All things arise, dissolve, transcend.
The moonโs pale hush, the sunโs fierce call,
Trace shadows cast beyond them all.
The tide surrenders to the land,
No struggle, only open hand.
In every stone, a silent ache;
In every leaf, the windโs own wake.
A breath not born of lung or throat
Moves through the marrow, keeps it afloat.
What gives is vast, and gives through all
Yet mind forgets, and fears the fall.
It names the love, then runs from flame;
It seeks the path, then veils the name.
The soul recalls what time erased
A rhythm lost, a fire faced.
Through fog and fracture, ash and bone,
It follows songs the stars have known.
Desire appears in shifting guise,
A thousand forms, a million eyes.
Each one a mirror lit by flame,
Each one a wound that speaks a name.
And still the Light behind the play
Does not withdraw, does not decay.
It waits beneath the thrum of thought,
Unmoved, untouched, yet always sought.
Not skyward, no not upward throne
It hums within the blood, the bone.
Let rising fall, let seeking cease,
The fire remains, the fire is peace.
The timeless ones, the inward wise,
Did not pursue the fading prize.
They drank the dark, they kissed the storm,
And vanished back to formless form.
No titles clung, no names endured,
Yet through their hush, the world was cured.
And here the trace of footless feet,
Where I dissolve, where we all meet.
๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ is a trilogy of seeking, relinquishing and awakening.
This first part: ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฒ, traces the restless movement of the soul through wonder, fear, forgetting, and remembering toward the hidden fire that abides beneath all change. It is the path of searching in stone and river, in silence and shadow, in memory and desire. The poem is not meant as doctrine but as a mirror, for the quiet flame lives differently in each of us.
