In the mystery of the unknown, where thoughts flow like a river

In the mystery of the unknown, where thoughts flow like a river, my being seeks innocence, unknown even to myself, I am free, at last, to be silent, to bathe in the quiet of your promise of promises, like the pear tree in the garden, which feels beauty, but never asks why such splendor is here. On monsoon days, full of rain and longing, locked within, yearning to explore the seas and the galaxy, the tree beseeches the rain with a silent plea, not to be judged by your deep gaze, like a solitary companion who remembers, my name scratched on the asylum walls, as I was letting go of ideals, I saw in the forest the tumult of life, the remorse of a nymph who was once a virgin, the stars were there, but of accidental origin. In cosmic solitude, we seek unseen connections, the universe calls us through symbols and dreams, we dance among shadows and lights, seeking meaning, in the chaos of existence, we lose and find ourselves. We repeat, like a ritual, the words that become incantation, archetypal images embrace the soul, in a hypnotic musicality, we immerse ourselves, transforming as the poem carries us into the depths of being, where we find peace and truth.