On the edge
of the infinite sky
our spirits sail
seeking an invisible harbor.
What is the ocean
without the pull
of the stars?
What is life
without a compass
to dream?
In the silence of the night
I ask eternity:
Are we but a flicker
in the vastness of the empty breath?
The stars answer
in their silent light
illuminating a path
never promised.
Life unfolds
like an invisible tapestry
its threads woven
in the breath we share.
Home is not
a distant shore;
it is the caress of the wind
the echo of belonging.
We wander
without a map
guided only
by an open heart
receiving
the unspoken gift of life.
In every journey
we find ourselves:
laughing, crying
becoming one with it all.
And when the journey
comes to an end
we will know:
Home is not a place
it is the silence
of the soul's embrace.
