On my shoulders, a thought as thin as mist has settled

On my shoulders, a thought as thin as mist has settled, A silver statue in the night of thoughts, cold and mute. In its marble stubbornness, it stood frozen, Not a strand of hope, not a spark shook it. In the loop of time, like an endless sequence, A silent film perpetually played on the screen of my mind, In vain my hands, trembling flames, tried to grasp it, They found only the echoes of a heart beating in a rhythm of helplessness. No spoken prayer, no incantation, Could wrench it from its depth of silence, The more fierce the fight, the more it stubbornly persisted, A guardian of silence in my inner temple. But at last, like a king tired of the battle with himself, The thought surrendered, melting into the sacred song of my heart, Becoming part of the healing mantra, a balm for the soul, Lighting the path to inner peace with a gentle glow. Now, it lies like a vein of gold within me, A bridge between the seen world and the unseen, Teaching me to dance with the shadows of the past, And to turn every fear into a flake of light. In the hidden sanctuary, where silence speaks the language of the soul, This thought, once sorrowful, has become a guiding star, A lesson in passing through darkness to the dawn of rebirth, Making my heart an altar where the flame of love burns eternally, In a world where every breath is an echo of the infinite, And every moment, a gateway to the boundlessness of being.