That old dream keeps carrying
new layers of meaning into
wakefulness,

like how the deepest shadow
didn't come from somewhere else,
unexpected,

but right from your core,
dear mother, come to devour
all this structure.

In the silence,
just silence,
and somehow the living
realisation that it is
so much more than enough,
this endless mercy across all
space, love itself
without a sound, returning home.