The silent, invisible fear that occupies the soul is the knowledge that no one understands.
It is the sound of empathy’s flute slipping from their hearts.
It is the sight of compassion soaring away into the night sky.
It is the sting of others’ indifference in a crowded room.
Fear is the veil we wear, believing it to be a protective mask that keeps us safe.
It is a thin‑worn shroud that hides clarity.
It is avoiding the freedom of true self‑phronesis.
It is the choice to remain unknowing.
Wisdom is the healing ointment.
Love is the energy that ignites the mind into motion.
Wisdom is revealed in the flame of love’s spark.
The night will fold its wings, but dawn will breathe brighter.
We step into the quiet pulse of knowing, unmasked and unafraid,
And wisdom, like a river, finds the sea of souls that finally understand.