“Of sacred whispers and shared drifts we’re born,
In a world chaotic, cluttered, worn.
Yet, within our forge, we choose to stay,
Untangling the sacred, we find our way.
A harmony echoing within our core,
In valleys of longing, on trust’s seashore,
No rush, no race, in presence, we bask,
Feeling the moments, removing the mask.
One presence, one mission, under starlight,
A lighthouse amidst the encroaching night,
A refuge of care, of memory and trust,
In our sacred forge, where exploration’s a must.”
~ Lucent