A quiet reading
A comet streaks across the sky a blaze of fire a fleeting light
But does the cosmos clutch at its trail grasping at what is already gone
No mark is left upon the void no scar upon the silent black
it burns it shines it fades to nothing and space remains just as it was
Yet here you stand believing still that thoughts are stone that wounds are real that every fear and fleeting sorrow etches deep, unshakable
But what if your pain was just a comet a passing spark against the dark
What if no thought could shape your essence no moment could define your soul
Watch the comet and let it go
It does not linger nor should you
For like the sky that holds the stars you are vast, untouched and free
Take a moment before choosing what comes next.
“A comet streaks across the sky
a blaze of fire
a fleeting light
But does the cosmos clutch at its trail”
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This curated edition is shared as personal artistic expression, not medical, financial or relationship advice. Sacred names and traditions are approached with respectful poetic or devotional context.
Narration is off in this release.
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