There is a key, unseen yet sovereign,forged in the silent furnace of the soul,turning the unseen tumblers of heaven—it is … More

I was not built for the shallow.I was carved from undertow,where the ocean cradles its own darkness,and still dreams in … More

I stand in the hush of a golden hush,bathed in the sermon of morning flame,where silence ripples in radiant tongues,and … More

I do not need the worldto witness every risingSome ascensions are so sacred,even light holds its breath There is a … More

I lay myself down at the altar of becoming—not polished, not perfect,but present Grace is the breath between my trembling … More

In the mirror of the moon, you remember—your name is not whispered, it is sungYou are the hymn the stars … More

There comes a hush,after the storm that screamed in silence—the kind of stillness that doesn’t ask for permission,only presenceThat’s when … More

I muted the world—its clang of shoulds, its symphony of sorrow,the static of strangers who never touchedthe seam of my … More

They came in the hush before dawn,feet silent on the breath of stars,a whisper wrapped in moonlight’s shawl,their eyes the … More

I have learned the elegance of distance,how silence becomes silk when worn with intention—a veil, not of secrecy,but of sacred … More