Shakti SA

Woman stands by the water.

Quietly.

For a long time.

As if she’s not looking into the river —

but into what remains of her

on the other shore.

Life cannot be understood from books.

Words cannot carry the whole truth.

Only what is lived through the heart —

through pain, through love —

truly stays within us.

Strength does not come

when we chase it.

It comes

when we walk through the fire

and remain alive.

When we lose much,

but not the one thing:

the ability to love.

Then — in the ashes of the heart —

a garden quietly blooms.

Not from knowledge.

Not from effort.

But from the silence

where love survived.

Alchemy of Shakti