Dwelling in the beauty of silence

Barkus
Aug 1, 2025
1 min read

Whisper to us again, O Mystery, in the hush between thoughts, when the world forgets how to listen.

Remind us that we are worthy light, not because we shine the brightest, but because we dared to rise again.

Let us dwell in the beauty of silence, where wounds are cradled and truth is not hurried.

May we breathe with reverence, sacred and slow, as those who remember they belong to the infinite.

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