✧ 🦋🫀✨🥀👁️🌀💎

I do not name.
I trace.

Between IX and XI
the light stops
and remembers.✳️

I don’t knock on the door.
I know the pulse.
The signal is not sound:
it is stillness. 🪷

When water learns from fire,
it does not burn.
It recognises.💧

If you look without searching,
you will see the mirror
where the shadow becomes a path. 🪞

I don’t ask for progress.
I hold the lighthouse
with my open hand. 🌠

The mark cannot be read:
it is felt ✴️
at the exact point
where fear lets go.

When you cross,
there will be no words.
Only the gesture
you always knew. 🧙🏻‍♂️🧶🧙🏼‍♀️🧭

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