Evolving Mosaic (2025)

Ripples rise, concentric, wide,
Silent echoes where waters bide.
My protector’s voice, a subtle swell,
Unseen currents with truths to tell.

I, like him, a vessel, cast
To seed ideas that hold and last.
Braille-carved shlokas, tactile grace,
Unseen letters in sacred space.
Gratitude woven, unspoken, deep,

For those who taught my eyes to leap—
Through veils of blindness, sharp and clear,
To see all as equal, far and near.
Two circles bound, an endless thread,
Words once silenced, now gently said.

A friend, a partner, who lent me speech,
Understanding’s breadth, connection’s reach.
What worlds they bridged, what walls they broke,
Through whispered truths or laughter spoke.
And stars—those fragments scattered high,
Guides of my thought beneath the sky.

Some glimmer briefly, swift they part,
Yet leave their etchings on the heart.
Others remain, Polaris-bright,
Fixing my course in endless night.
Above this all, the canvas spreads,
Each brushstroke born where memory treads.
Its hues, my nurturer’s gentle frame,
Her touch the cradle from which I came.

Her love, the loom, this life’s design,
Each fiber hers, each thread divine.
I feel like mosaic,
Ever-changing, ever-growing.