The Heart Remembers; a poem

In the process of unfolding, there is a moment
when the mind, like a fortress, cracks—
stones loosen, walls shudder,
and the oasis it contains
begins to collapse.

In the chaos,
we cling to stories
that once held us together,
but now, evaporate,
one
by
one,
into the abyss.

Where once there was certainty,
there is now a void,
where I stand naked,
and the self,
a phantom I chased,
unravels,
as stillness swallows all I thought I knew.

Then the heart breaks
like a rose
through the cracks of ruin,
and I fall,
inverting
into the silence;
a love so deep it has no name.

I breathe,
and breath alone
is sweeter that honey,
richer than money,
how could this vastness be forgotten?

The battle I fought,
i could not win,
ensnared by automated compulsions,
but in this descent,
peace arrives not as a victory,
but as an assent
into something eternal.

The mind falls silent.
The heart remembers.