Veil

For the soul walking toward their circle, not yet visible—but already resonant.

Solitude meets me not as absence, but as presence in another form. It does not rush me forward, nor pull me back—it walks beside me in quiet rhythm. There is no urgency, no ache to be elsewhere. Without speaking, it teaches me to become the one who receives.

There is no lack here.
Only a quieter fullness.

Even before they arrive, I feel them—kindred hearts I’ve not yet seen, already softening toward me in the unseen. In the hush of my days, something begins to hum—a resonance, distant and true.

This is not waiting.
This is shaping.

The laughter will come. The shared glances. The sacred ease. But even now, I am known. In my solitude, I am not unseen—I am unfolding within the field of future remembrance.

Every step I take alone
is a step into belonging.

And here, in this luminous pathway, I am not preparing.
I am remembering.