We are storytellers.

“Once upon a time”
lulled us to sleep.
“Just one more, Daddy.”

We weave the tales
that write our unfolding.

The world is vast,
unstoppable—
streaming through us.

A story becomes a map.
A guide.
A trap.

Like a princess in a tower,
we loop the same tale
until—

a pause,
a breath,
the mystery
behind the words.

Indescribable,
yet longing
to be said.

So we reach—
with metaphor.
With allegory.
With poetry of the soul.

But beware.
Words divide
as much as join.

Metaphors
can reveal—
and conceal—
like a magician’s gesture,
both hiding and hinting
at the heart of the trick.

Is waking up
rising above?
Dissolving into?
Or seeing through?

It’s all.
And none.

Don’t cling.
A signpost
is not
a strategy.

But oh,
we do love
a good story.