A refined love
as pure as mountain air,
unconcerned with gain or loss,
unaffected by the whispers
of the market
or the balance of favors.
It is a spark unfolding quietly
in the soul’s hearth,
like a fern reaching for light
in a dark forest.
The ego’s hard knot unwinds;
fingers unclench their hold
on what they once held dear,
still surrendering to something more.
We are a clear pane of glass,
allowing kindness to pass through—
unobstructed, pure.
Like a river carving a new channel,
it nudges us out of our small ways
into unseen lands of empathy.
A gentle teacher,
it speaks of courage found in giving,
of strength born from weakness,
of a self reformed by what it gives,
not by what it takes.
It is the unseen hand
placing us higher,
one selfless act at a time,
toward the glistening potential
we barely knew existed.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
