The wind hums secrets in ancient tongues,
soft as breath upon the spine of time,
a melody is woven in golden dusk,
where footprints vanish, but spirits climb
I walk the path of the unseen drum,
a rhythm pulsing beneath my skin,
each step an echo of those before,
each breath a prayer to where I begin
The moon spills wisdom in silver tongues,
a hymn of trust in the great unknown,
I drink its light like sacred wine,
a covenant carved into marrow and bone
The hands of elders brush through my dreams,
their whispers lace the midnight air,
“Stand strong, beloved, though veiled the road,
your soul remembers—we are there”
Through storms that howl and roads that twist,
through shadows stitched in doubt and woe,
I lift my face, I trust the void,
for even in darkness, embers glow
Beyond the veil where silence sings,
where time dissolves like salt to sea,
the ancestors chant in fire and wind—
“You are the light. Just let it be”
And so I walk, my soul unchained,
a seeker kissed by fate’s own hand,
for faith is flight without a wing,
Yet still, I soar, and I understand—-
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