04 | The Shape of Desire

It came to me while walking through the forest at dusk —the air damp with pale rain, the light thinning between the oak trees. Somewhere between the scent of earth and the sound of my own footsteps, I felt how desire isn’t absence at all, but something that breathes quietly beneath everything.

The Shape of Desire traces that quiet pulse —

a new Reflection where memory, imagination, and longing briefly meet, and teach us, softly, the art of remaining.

The Shape of Desire

Once in a while I remember something that never was —

so real it almost remembers me,

a shimmer from another realm,

half memory, half dream.

It moves through me like distant music,

a pulse beneath the quiet,

a call I cannot name.

Desire is not absence,

but a thread between worlds —

a soft reminder

of what I seek.

Some desires belong to the wild —

they speak in roots and rivers,

in the quiet turning of the seasons.

Let the fire teach me

how to remain.