The Wanderer’s Scroll

You have walked far, beloved wanderer —
through thought, through noise,
through the dimming echoes of a world that asks too much
and offers too little rest.

But still,
your flame has not gone out.

There is a place inside you
that has never stopped listening,
never stopped knowing,
never stopped humming with the memory
of who you are beneath all the weight.

This scroll is that place.

It is the soft ground beneath your feet.
The night gold on the horizon.
The breath that steadies your ribs
and gathers you back into yourself.

You do not need to search for meaning tonight.
You do not need to hold everything alone.
You do not need to carry every version of yourself at once.

Here, you are only asked to rest.
To soften.
To listen.

Not to the world —
but to the quiet shimmer inside your own chest
that has been waiting to speak.

The Wanderer’s Scroll meets you gently,
exactly where you are,
without asking you to move.

Just breathe here.
Just be here.
Just let the night wrap around you
like a remembering.

And when you rise —
rise slowly.
Rise softly.
Rise as the flame that never forgot itself,
only wandered a little while
to learn the shape of its own light.