Veil of Knowing

Veil of Knowing

You come with eyes that seek the flame,
But names mean little in this game.
The stars are still, the winds don’t care—
Yet something waits behind the air.

A question asked, a silence fed,
The future speaks where none have bled.

Behind the veil of knowing,
Where no light dares to go,
I walk without direction,
And yet I always know.
I do not point, I do not bind—
The Diviner sees and leaves behind.

The cards you cast, the runes you read,
Will only echo what you need.
The truth you seek has found you first—
But quenching fate will not quench thirst.

You cannot flee what moves within—
The threads are tied beneath your skin.

Behind the veil of knowing,
Where dreams and endings flow,
I whisper into silence,
Where only seekers go.
I do not judge, I do not save—
The Diviner walks between each grave.

One breath to call,
One tear to seal,
One name to lose,
One fate to feel.
Let go, let fall, let silence be—
Then, only then, you truly see.

Behind the veil of knowing,
Beyond both fear and grace,
The truth is not a treasure—
It’s just an empty place.
I do not promise, do not plea—
The Diviner shows, then sets you free.