In a secret corner of the mind, where silence dances with shadows
In a secret corner of the mind, where silence dances with shadows,
I lose myself in the simplicity of a moment that asks for nothing, just to be,
letting dreams unravel like autumn leaves in a gentle breeze,
without fear of absence, without the desire to arrive anywhere,
for in the absence of desire, a vast field of freedom is born,
where thoughts find rest in the peace of a diamond morning,
and love, like a river whispering its story among the stones of time,
intertwines with the simple, austere soul, yet full of a nameless richness.
Under the wide sky of abandonment, I rise without wings,
seeking not an end, but a beginning that reinvents itself endlessly,
listening as silence finds its echo in the song of invisible birds,
in a world where the compass points only to the heart of the eternal now,
and where love weaves its tapestry from the unseen threads of eternity.
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Dan Enache
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