May the quiet bloom
of your spirit rise like dawn
over ancient hills.
May the flowery flame within you burn soft and steady,
casting light through your gaze—
bright enough to guide,
gentle enough to warm.
Let each breath draw you closer
to the stillness
where beauty waits,
where the world leans in to listen.
May this day find you grounded,
your steps leaving traces of grace,
and may the coming days open like petals in the sun—
full of quiet miracles and fierce tenderness.
- T∆fahri
