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by ddavidd Nov 8, 2025 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Let me be indebted to my depth— to the unseen covenant your vulnerability restores in me, indefinitely. Do not deafen the silence by proving your impoverishment with the clatter of what you call abundance. All wealth dissolves in the mirror of being. Only the bare soul remains, unmeasured, unowned, a quiet that ripens beyond names. Let me dwell there, in that undivided stillness, where your trembling becomes my prayer, indefinitely.