soul’s garden, silence sleeps;
the wound hides deep, the wall it keeps.
false peace — a soft and quiet lie;
roots hold firm as truth flames fly.
© 2025 Corvalya
Reflection
Suppression silences truth and drains the soul of breath itself. It builds walls where love longs to flow and calls it peace — though peace is absent.
But love is not afraid. It trembles. It disrupts. It heals. It moves through storms, and in its movement, mountains shift.
We cannot find harmony by pretending.
We find it by working together through the chaos — truthfully, tenderly — until peace becomes not the absence of conflict, but the presence of love.
Love moves mountains.
— a reflection by Corvalya
Return to Where Truth Takes Root.
Notice what shifts.