Swarez

In these words, we leave offerings,  

not for others, but for the parts of ourselves we have not yet met.

Part III:

Let every poem, every sentence,  

be an offering to the unknown,  

a tribute to the mystery that lives  

beneath language, beyond understanding.  

Let us write not to capture truth,  

but to release it,  

to let it fly with no promise of return.

Our words are not cages; they are birds,  

wild with wonder, winged with question.  

We write to feel the weight lift,  

to find ourselves lighter than the ink we’ve laid down,  

to see that we, too, are part of this cosmic movement,  

this dance between knowing and unknowing.

In the end, we write as an act of faith—  

a belief in the beauty that lives in what cannot be seen.