.
With wandering thoughts now glowing free,
they beckon deeper into me,
past gentle truths the mind has learned,
toward secret fires the soul has earned.
I follow where their embers lead,
through forests grown from every need;
their branches whisper ancient names,
their leaves remember all my flames.
The path bends wide, then narrows thin,
a trembling door swings open in;
behind it hums a quiet core,
the pulse I almost lost before.
Here thoughts no longer merely rise;
they shape the air, they shift the skies.
They turn to rivers, flowing clear,
through caverns carved by doubt and fear.
I drink their waters, cool and deep,
and feel old shadows lose their keep;
what once was folded, once concealed,
now stands unmasked, entirely healed.
And in that stillness, warm and wide,
I find the self I used to hide,
a steady flame, serene and bright,
the home I’ve built within the light.
©®Madhumita
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