The Hush Before Memory

what you knew before you forgot

Photo © Benjamin James Freeman

The Hush Before Memory

One day
you’ll see,
that the compass
in your chest
was never broken,
only quiet.

Waiting,
with the patience of stars,
for you to turn inward,
for you to remember.

Where ancient maps
lie folded,
soft with forgetting,
in the hush
before memory.

Drawn by your own hand,
in a time before time.

Before the world
began to whisper
its borrowed directions.

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There is a silence within us that remembers the path, not as a line traced on earth, but as a direction of the soul. Trust it. The world will always offer you its noise, but the truth of who you are has no need to shout. It waits, like a still wellspring, for your return.

- written in parallel with the reflection: “The Edge of Knowing” from Vol. I of The Dissolution of Self

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