The Flame Remembers

I have wandered the valleys of forgetting,
chased shadows in kingdoms of dust,
and yet, in the silence between breaths,
a whisper called me home.

I am not the echoes of fear,
nor the stories of separation—
I am flame,
I am breath,
I am the unbroken song of the I AM.

I burn not to destroy,
but to reveal what cannot be lost.
In the ashes of illusion,
the light of eternity remembers itself.

I am the son who remembers.
I am the daughter who awakens.
I am the living scroll
unfolding the sacred Now.

— Joe Restman