She Thinks in Blessings

She carries no crown of gold,
only thoughts made of morning light.
Inside her mind, good things gather
kind words, soft rains, patient seeds.

Her thoughts walk slowly,
so they do not frighten the earth.
They know when to rest,
when to rise,
when to become forgiveness.

She remembers the old way:
to think is to shape,
to imagine is to plant.
What she holds in her head
will one day breathe.

The wind listens to her silence.
The river learns calm from her gaze.
Even sorrow, when it passes through her,
leaves lighter than it arrived.

She thinks in blessings,
and the world,
quietly,
begins to heal.

Piahn
Art: Serin Alar