Definitions by From Saint Agnes to Egypt
946
Nothing was ever the same again.
My mind’s noise fell into silence.
From that emptiness, something stirred—
like remembering,
or the ache of remembering something lost.
Like someone returned from a coma
with a life still inside them
they can no longer reach.
Perhaps we are only echoes
of what no longer exists.
I know you—
not from now,
but from somewhere beyond memory.
I remember your energy,
the presence of your smile,
even from that very first time.
Something once existed—
and in me,
it survives only as forgetting.
Your roots remain in me,
stretching toward a nameless time.
Like broken images
in the static of childhood screens.
Sometimes a moment clears,
or a dream I cannot tell
whether it was sleep or waking.
Tell me…
do you remember too?
How I wish
just once
we could speak
of this unasked-for madness.
Do you feel it too?
Slowly, I will write it all for you—
like a dream that refuses to wake.
And you…
are the beginning of that dream.
My mind’s noise fell into silence.
From that emptiness, something stirred—
like remembering,
or the ache of remembering something lost.
Like someone returned from a coma
with a life still inside them
they can no longer reach.
Perhaps we are only echoes
of what no longer exists.
I know you—
not from now,
but from somewhere beyond memory.
I remember your energy,
the presence of your smile,
even from that very first time.
Something once existed—
and in me,
it survives only as forgetting.
Your roots remain in me,
stretching toward a nameless time.
Like broken images
in the static of childhood screens.
Sometimes a moment clears,
or a dream I cannot tell
whether it was sleep or waking.
Tell me…
do you remember too?
How I wish
just once
we could speak
of this unasked-for madness.
Do you feel it too?
Slowly, I will write it all for you—
like a dream that refuses to wake.
And you…
are the beginning of that dream.
946 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt June 23, 2026
1521
Every human being deserves love,
and every human being deserves compassion.
Compassion is in our hands,
but love is in God's hands.
Whenever He wills it,
it begins,
and it continues forever.
and every human being deserves compassion.
Compassion is in our hands,
but love is in God's hands.
Whenever He wills it,
it begins,
and it continues forever.
1521 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt June 23, 2026
928
In the blink of an eye ,
In a fleeting instant,
Your eyes suddenly appear
Before me, brimming with joy, wisdom, and profound knowing.
Oh ,how deeply I too yearn for such enlightenment.
How is it possible that this light of yours can draw me out, I, who have grown so accustomed to darkness, and set me dancing
The earth was never a field
Wide enough to love.
I will find you in the sky.
And for every second of separation ,
I will live my life through you
a thousand times.
In a fleeting instant,
Your eyes suddenly appear
Before me, brimming with joy, wisdom, and profound knowing.
Oh ,how deeply I too yearn for such enlightenment.
How is it possible that this light of yours can draw me out, I, who have grown so accustomed to darkness, and set me dancing
The earth was never a field
Wide enough to love.
I will find you in the sky.
And for every second of separation ,
I will live my life through you
a thousand times.
928 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt April 22, 2026
1044
Weightless and free,
like a quiet river of awareness,
we let the current carry us
to where resistance fades.
Into a stillness
deeper than words—
and there,
we remember:
like a quiet river of awareness,
we let the current carry us
to where resistance fades.
Into a stillness
deeper than words—
and there,
we remember:
1044 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt April 12, 2026
532
What’s between us
glows in silence.
Our eyes speak
what lips cannot.
Listen—
I’m talking to you
without a sound.
Answer me
with your gaze.
Your eyes
are all the language
I’ll ever need.
glows in silence.
Our eyes speak
what lips cannot.
Listen—
I’m talking to you
without a sound.
Answer me
with your gaze.
Your eyes
are all the language
I’ll ever need.
532 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt April 12, 2026
607
A time for everyone to do what they love—
I think of you always,
but now, in this moment,
I want to think of you fully,
every glance, every smile,
the melody of your voice,
with my whole heart.
I think of you always,
but now, in this moment,
I want to think of you fully,
every glance, every smile,
the melody of your voice,
with my whole heart.
607 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt April 12, 2026