A Quiet River of Becoming

my dreams, my faith,

beneath the eyes,

lives gentle story,

unknown, undiscovered,

a quiet river of becoming,

flowing through unspoken days,

carrying fragments of hope,

across the shifting landscapes of time.

sometimes,

it rises like dawn,

soft, patient, and certain,

that even the longest night,

cannot silence the promise of light,

and sometimes,

it trembles in shadows,

unsure of its own wings,

yet still it breathes,

within the fragile courage of the heart.

and somewhere,

between doubt and wonder,

this hidden story waits,

not to be found by the world,

but to be awakened,

by the soul...!! ---------- #R033 Notes from an inward dialogue.