In the shadows of certainty, the whispers of doubt find solace,
Yet, they are the architects of true understanding.

A hidden door, unseen by the eyes that seek,
Is opened by the hands that learn to feel.

The echo of a silent truth resonates,
In the quiet spaces between thoughts. (pause and listen)

Stars hiding in daylight,
Remind us that illumination can blind.

Time is a tapestry woven with the threads of moments stolen,
By those who dare to forget the tick.

Dreams breathe the air of realities unseen,
And in turn, reality dreams. (yield to the cycle)