Dark Night

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Spoken Word Reflection:
They say the mind is a temple, a fragile cathedral of thoughts.
But what happens when the sanctuary shatters?
When the light refracts into infinite hues,
And the quiet is overtaken by endless echoes?
There is no map for this terrain—no clear path out of the labyrinth.
But I have learned that faith is not a fixed point,
It’s a thread, pulling me through the shifting patterns of my mind.
Sometimes, the thread feels thin, like it could snap under the weight of it all.
Other times, it feels strong enough to carry the whole world.
And in those fleeting moments—when the noise subsides,
When the colors fade to soft tones—
I can hear it:
A voice, calm and steady, telling me to keep going.
Not because the answers are easy,
But because the questions are worth asking.
In the stillness, I find whispers.
In the chaos, I find a pattern, a rhythm, a matrix of meaning.
Each fragment of thought—each broken memory—is a prayer.
A plea for clarity, a cry for connection,
A quiet hope that one day the scattered pieces will form a whole.
Somewhere between the cracks of reality,
I catch a glimpse of something bigger.
Something beautiful.
Something true.
It’s not a straight line; it’s a spiral, a dance.
And though I stumble,
I know the light will find me again.
Because even when my mind feels like a storm,
There’s a part of me that remembers the calm.
There’s a part of me that knows I can rebuild the sanctuary.
And when the music fades,
When the voices quiet,
What’s left is something sacred.