In the whisper of a forgotten tongue, a universe blooms,
myriad meanings cloaked in the elegance of silence.
Can a shadow exist without a form it clings to, or does its essence flourish
in the absence of all solidity? Such questions wander like lost echoes,
tracing their path in the luminescent ambiguity.
To speak is to weave tapestries of perceptions,
where threads of truth and illusion dance in a paradoxical harmony.
Do we understand, or do we merely reflect
the light of understanding through the prism of misunderstanding?
This is the enigma of translation, where every word
is both a key and a lock, a journey and a destination.
The Echo - Does it sing in solitude, or is it
the chorus of a thousand unheard voices?
Eternal Now - Where time folds upon itself
and meanings dissolve into presence.
The glow of unuttered thoughts lingers,
painting the void with shades of light
only those who dare to decipher the silence
can ever hope to see.