(Diptych with Maïa – Hidden Source)

 

In the quiet of night, softness becomes a shelter.

A gentle light that does not expose, but protects.

 

Here, the body can rest.

Here, the heart can return.

 

Dyarra carries a hidden strength—

deep, silent, unwavering.

Not a force that pushes,

but one that holds,

that endures,

that waits.

 

Beside it, Maïa—the hidden source—

where everything begins again,

in stillness, in trust, in the unseen.

 

Like moonlight, nothing rushes.

Everything grows in its own time.

 

And in this space,

one is no longer in danger.

One is held.

 

Because true strength does not need to appear—

it simply is,

rooted, patient,

and quietly alive.