A poetic scripture of love, silence, exile, and eternal devotion. Part 1: “In His Silence, I Hear My Name” (Sita’s Voice)He does not say,“I love you.” But when he gathers dry leavesso I sleep soft,when he tastes water before I drink,I know —he loves deeper than words. They say he is Dharma.I know. But he is also the handthat shields…
He walks ahead —a bow on his shoulder,the sky on his back. I walk behind —with prayers in my breath,and the world in my eyes. Each step he takes,the forest becomes softer.Even the stones forget to hurt,when he walks before them. I carry no weapon.But I carry love —and that, too,can silence demons. People think I followed him out of…
