Dweller of Our Heart

(Line of inquiry: “the essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun”) Sunrays warm my blushed cheeks-- calmness of daybreak dream's sweet adieu, daylight spills through the meadow, raising closed buds into bloom. There, in sereneness before the world wakes, the golden light whispers with gentle grace, not just light, but presence— ancient, not in sight yet felt, it speaks not in words but in warmth. There is no outcast, no distant star. only brightened the wanderer's path, This is the dweller of our heart. Shining through flesh and fragile thought. I remember when I listened: I know my heart is not in flames, But forged in stillness. I'm not broken, I'm not alone.