The Silence That Sees

🕊️ From the dust where shadows lie, Rises beauty none deny. A lotus born from earth so stained, Yet never turns to mud again. We too are shaped by time and pain, But growth begins where flaws remain. Look close, not far, into your frame, The body's truth reveals no shame. Each strand and scar, each worn decay, Are roads we walk and cannot stay. Break not the silence—listen deep inside, Where stillness speaks, and veils divide. You're not the weight that clings to skin, But the wind that flows from deep within. Hold the gaze, and you shall see— The truth that lives eternally. No silk remains when worn too long, Even gold is dulled by wrong. We wash, we dress, we paint our face, Yet time dissolves each borrowed grace. This flesh is clay, shaped every hour, But fading forms can birth great power. Break not the silence—feel it call, The rising tide, the inner fall. Not through escape, but through the flame, We rise beyond the fear and name. You’re not the noise or borrowed light— But presence clear, and silent night. They told us form is all we own, But every form will fall alone. The self we seek is not the clay, But mind unshaped along the way. In patience lies a sacred seed, That blooms not from want—but from the deed. So break not the silence—let it bloom, A lotus rising through life’s gloom. No need to chase the sky or sea, Just sit, and tend the root of "me." The world will fade, the self will bend, But what is real has no end.