The Sovereign Within
A circle waits, the faces still—
The one steps forth who dares be still.
No crown is forged in outer flame,
But named by those who see the same.
He does not lead, he only shows
The path that silently bestows.
Behind soft veils, the silence hums,
A bed of dreams where Being comes.
Withdrawn from noise, the self is grown—
The weight of power is not one’s own.
He rules who rests within the flow,
Where Presence wraps itself in shadow.
