I have walked the edges of myself,
woven tight in the threads I call boundaries.
Not to close, but to protect the sacred rhythm
of my own becoming.

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The ones who approach feel it—
the pulse, the echo,
the invisible mirror that tests, that trembles.
Not everyone can meet me here,
for only those whose hearts vibrate
in the quiet fire of their own awakening
will see beyond the veil,
beyond the boundaries that hold me.

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Some are drawn, unknowing,
and linger at the threshold,
curious of the gravity they cannot name.
Others, luminous and aligned,
step across as if they had always known

the music I keep,

the light I guard.

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I am bound, yes—but only to myself,
to my own becoming.
 

And in that sacred tether,
the mirrors find each other,
and the soul remembers
the resonance it has been seeking all along.

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—Step closer only if your heart is ready

    to mirror mine.