The truth is always at the end of a shadow, a silhouette silent behind a door half open. It waits in precious patience.
You must forever be looking for the light, because the miracles are in the details. Barely discernible but so real.
Never stop searching for the mysteries reflected in the background. Truth is only revealed to those who are true to themselves. The answer is never where your glance initially lands; nothing is as it first appears.
Beauty recognizes no fences. Be fierce in protecting it, but mindful that it is immutable only in the realm of forms.
Soar. sweet one. Soar. Even if in doing so, you soar solo. Trust in your wings to transform you. Know that the light is often buried within the darkness.
Never lose hope. Nothing authentic is ever truly lost. Eventually, you reconnect and if only for a moment brush shoulders.