The Alchemy of “Seeing”

A flicker stirred behind the veil,

A ripple through the mind’s soft gale.

Not thunderclap nor stormy sky,

Just a hush where falsehood learned to lie.

No blade was drawn, no cry of blame,

Only silence whispering my name.

The shadow rose, a ghost, a guide,

A wrong I’d harbored deep inside.

It showed itself in shifting hue,

Not real, only something untrue.

Born of wound, or ancient spell,

A fragment in the mind did dwell.

The stars outside, the breath within,

Aligned to strip delusion’s skin.

It is not thought, nor will, nor fight,

But the quiet bloom of inward light.

What moves the heart to turn its tide?

What breaks the shell we wear with pride?

It wasn’t loud, it didn’t shout,

Just a quiet knowing deep within a doubt.

I bowed out, not in shame or fear,

But as one who sees the truth draw near.

And in that gaze, the shadow sighed,

Its armor soft, its reasons died.

The wrong dissolved, like mist in sun,

The doer and forms must only run.

But something vast, unnamed, aware,

A breath that moves through open air.

This is the path, both strange and deep,

To wake from dreams we now not keep.

And let each flaw the mind once feared,

Be doorways where the truth appeared.

In grace,
Joy Davis
16 December 2025