In the stillness where shadows sigh, A path unfolds beneath the sky. Soft winds whisper, the forest hums, A call to stillness—here it comes. Black Tara waits, her presence deep, A guardian of the truths we keep. With gentle grace, she bids release, A shedding skin, a tender peace. The serpent winds through roots and stone, Its movement soft, yet wholly known. Wooden strength and wisdom flow, A rhythm ancient, steady, slow. Aquarius dreams in sky-lit streams, Carving paths thr
