Lirien

Do you truly see the silent witnesses of the past? ...And what about the truth?
Your hair woven with the layers of time, your gaze reaching the questions of the future… In silence, wisdom grows… a butterfly gently trembles.
Raise your hand lightly; as if greeting all the memories that shape you, in the flow of time. Listen to the wisdom of time, the secret of patience, its whisper… The wisdom of the turtle, the transformation of the butterfly is contained within.
As you move forward with patience and slow steps, hear also the call of lightness and freedom... It is a bridge between the past and the future…
Each step is the breaking of a shell... Each break, a new birth...
As you look, disappear, and as you disappear, find yourself... feel the weight of time and its light burden in your soul…
And perhaps freedom is not beyond the mirror, but hidden within the reflection...
Don’t forget!

Sometimes you must lose yourself to reach the truth…