I sang
I,sang
I, too, even if i fall
I sing a fragile, flickering light,
O guided by gentle reason
And resting in calm equilibrium.
I walk with quiet steps,
Bare, exact, and steady,
Sparse as winter leaves.
Though I am delicate as a grain of sand,
Barely touching approval,
I am here—
Swaying softly in the wind,
Missing by a hair’s breadth,
Fading into irrelevance,
A faint and whispered chance.
I, too, am the song.
I, Seen
I, too, am visible without doubt,
Clear upon the surface
And unveiled before the eyes.
I stand beside the story,
Open like clear day,
Marked among thousands
By natural distinction.
Striking both light and dark,
Mirrored in equal beauty,
Crafted with divine art—
I am recognized and treasured.
They shall look at me
And see what is true.
I, Echo
I took the path where time moves forward,
Woven into the same thread.
Returning like a refrain,
Growing past the horizon,
It echoed endlessly further.
I lingered in the night,
Rising over all contrasts,
Soaring past the summit—
A voice reverberating like thunder,
Timeless and evermore,
Peerless above the rest.
And that has made all the difference.
I, Crowned
I, too, am bound together in truth,
Anchored in absolute depth.
I am whole and unbroken,
Poured in to top the cup,
Brimming over the rim,
Overflowing in volume.
Soul-deep and sacred,
Essential as breath itself,
Guarded with devotion
And rich in full measure—
Crowning all that exists,
Pure by its very essence,
Endless as the night sky.
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