The golden one stands not in a shrine but in the hollow of the chest — a silence carved like a statue, waiting for no prayer, yet welcoming every breath.
She does not shine at you. You begin to shine from having come close.
To draw near is to lose the weight of names. To approach gold is to remember you were never iron.
(Kāñcana Samīpaga)
The golden one stands not in a shrine but in the hollow of the chest — a silence carved like a statue, waiting for no prayer, yet welcoming every breath.
She does not shine at you. You begin to shine from having come close.
To draw near is to lose the weight of names. To approach gold is to remember you were never iron.
(Kāñcana Samīpaga)
