Sacred Solitude
I walk alone, but not apart—
the quiet beats inside my heart.
No need for noise to feel complete—
my soul and silence softly meet.
The room is lit with candle breath,
I sit with self, and taste what’s left.
No crowd, no clamor, no disguise—
just gentle truths behind my eyes.
I pour the tea, I hold the cup,
the world outside can’t drink this up.
This moment, mine—a sacred bloom—
a garden grown in empty room.
Some call it lonely, call it bare—
but they don’t know the gold in air.
They don’t hear God inside the hush,
or feel the sacred in the crush.
In solitude, I find my name,
not shaped by mirrors, wealth, or fame.
I am enough—I am the flame.
And stillness only fans my claim.




















































































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