This is not just a book.
It is a presence. A soft pulse between worlds.
A gift offered in stillness—for those attuned to the unseen, the unspoken, the eternal.
These poems are not meant to be understood.
They are meant to be felt.
To be wandered through like a quiet temple, or a dream you remember without knowing why.
We offer it freely,
as a kind transmission.
May it meet you where you are.
May it open something you’d forgotten was closed.
This is not just a book.
It is a presence. A soft pulse between worlds.
A gift offered in stillness—for those attuned to the unseen, the unspoken, the eternal.
These poems are not meant to be understood.
They are meant to be felt.
To be wandered through like a quiet temple, or a dream you remember without knowing why.
We offer it freely,
as a kind transmission.
May it meet you where you are.
May it open something you’d forgotten was closed.
