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They are not from a place. They are not from a time.
They are the wisdom always present.
In the wind, in the trees, in the quiet between heartbeats.
They hear when we long for what cannot be named.
They are here to awaken what is already within you
and to whisper… you are not alone.
And perhaps… they are you.
The Elders
He is older than forgetting.
Saman speaks slowly and sees through silence.
He carries sorrow with grace, and memory like morning light.
“We must dream ourselves awake.”
Maya
She is mother and mystic, always listening for what lies beneath.
“With courage and tenderness, I open old wounds… and watch with wonder as stars fall out.”
Almal
He dances with paradox, and holds sacred mischief in his bones. His joy was born of pain, and his mirth is holy.
“I say yes and yes again. May I bring my inside to meet this outside!”
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