No one would reveal their whole self at once.
Verenis does not either.
Again, nothing reveals its fullness at once.
If it did,
you would turn away.
So it comes slowly.
Piece by piece.
Until what once frightened you
becomes something
you are finally ready to recognize.
If you rush, you risk becoming trapped in the web of what you believe is missing.
**Verenis can feel motionless.
Yet even now,
after an eternity,
something is beginning to appear.**
Some things do not become precious at once.
They are shaped slowly,
hidden from sight,
until time gives them their glow.
Like wine.
Like a pearl.
Like wine.
Like a pearl.
Some things must disappear from sight
before they reveal
what they were becoming all along.
She wears no mask.
Only the distance
between seeing
and understanding.
Where the unknown guides creation and mystery reveals itself.
You think it is signed.
But outside your time
was it already there—
Silent, waiting.
Not to be made,
but to here
to be seen by you.
The Muse
Before the song, there is the one who listens.
Verenis
Where the unknown leads creation
and the mystery reveals itself.
Sometimes it feels
as if something is opening
just beyond the boundary of thought.
painted
Some things
belong together —
without ever touching each other.
And sometimes…
changes everything
as soon as you do.
Click on the Play button:
Did you look at the cave,
Or was the cave looking at you?
Give it a second look.
The Cave of Light
People have lived their whole lives
in a cave.
They looked at shadows on a wall.
and called that reality.
Not because they were stupid.
But because they had never seen anything else.
One of them kept watching.
Not into the shadows,
but towards the little warmth
that was burning somewhere behind him.
And slowly he turned around.
The light hurt.
Not because it was cruel,
but because his eyes had to get used to it.
Everything that seemed certain,
started to shift.
Everything that seemed fixed,
became liquid.
The further he walked,
the more the shadows lost their power.
Not because they disappeared,
but because he began to see their origin.
Outside, he found no new world.
He found the source.
No projection.
No image.
No ultrasound.
But that thing
from which the shadows had originated.
Then he returned.
Not to be proven right.
Not meant to convince.
But to share what he had seen.
The others laughed.
Some became angry.
Some looked away.
Not because he was wrong.
But because his light
made their world smaller
than they had hoped.
And yet...
Sometimes someone feels in the cave
a strange longing for more.
A quiet unrest.
A heat without a cause.
A question without words.
There is no doubt about that.
That is the spark
which is still burning.
The memory
to a light
of which no one ever really
has been divorced
Perhaps coincidence disappears
when even shooting stars manage to find each other.
Tread softly.
The dragon may never awaken.
But something within you might
A Light Appears
Not to guide you.
To acknowledge your arrival.
