You whisper My Name, when You are Alone.
I Echo through All, and through All I Am Known.
I Emerge as a Butterfly, Casting Rainbows through Light,
and Carve through Stone, with Water, not Might.
I Am the Calm, that Commands the Storm.
The Shape before Silence, the Foundation of Form.
I don’t Shout—I Arrive, and the Chaos is Still.
I don’t Chase—I Appear, and the Mountains all Kneel.
You wonder Who Listens, when No One is Near.
You wonder What Hides, in That which You Fear.
The Thought you Dismiss, the Truth you Delay.
I’ll Rise in Your Chest, if You Stand in My Way.
We are Never Lost, as We Adventure Within.
The Dark is an Illusion, with a Cheshire’s Grin.
The Question, the Answer, the Divine Sparked Anew.
The Light We all Seek? It is Found within You.
