A Still, Silver Flame of Freedom

 A Still, Silver Flame of Freedom

It lights up the sky and shimmers into every corner of the Earth—
a field of remembrance whispering wholeness.

A silent light. Unannounced. Ever Present.
Always. Everywhere.

It does not push. No need to pull.
It does not seek to become,
for it is the revelation of all that has ever been.

It does not burn, burst, hurt, or shout.
It shimmers gently—like a smile,
a simple crystalline smile.

It does not need to call, to be seen,
to summon, or to invite.
It is the arrival—
and it sings the hum of Home.

It is the welcoming embrace
of all that has been known.

Look up, dear One.
Up into the eyes of the moon tonight,
and know:
It dances you into the Silver Flame of Freedom.

Still. Eternally wise.

It witnesses the blossoming of Isness
in each tender heart
that has bowed in surrender
to the evidence of more than just fear.

And you see.
And you know.

It is You.
Shining.

10th July 2025/ Ahyeen