To Those Who Would Enter

The Heart of Kumari calls—but not with words.

Stone-bound and watching,

it remembers what others forget.

The Chamber does not open to anyone.

It draws the pure, the humble,

the one who remembers wonder.

Trace the path’s beginnings;

what is scattered shall form the key.

Few have learned to see its pattern.

What is gathered must not be spoken.

Only placed where the silence listens.

If it is true, the way will open