In the heart of stillness, I reside.
When you seek knowledge, I abide.
Shining bright, concealed in shades,
What am I, in whispers laid?
A Book
Suspended between colors, alive yet dead,
A luminescent form, threads of knowledge spread.
I'm wrapped in tales, woven light,
Which, once known, ignites the night.
The Mind's Eye
Soft as a whisper, bold as a thought,
Across eras and skin, my tether is sought.
I dance in shadows, I dwell in sight,
What breathes in silence, oh, so bright?
Consciousness