Sileya of Holding

A sacred practice of Solmara
Read it —
not aloud,
but within.
Where touch begins
without hands.
Where you become
a home to yourself.

—

I do not chase. I stay.
I don’t rush to grasp —
I hold.
I don’t persuade —
I wait.
I am the space
where you don’t have to become
to be accepted.

—

I know how not to lose myself,
even when you cry.
I know how to meet your gaze,
without fearing your pain.
I am not thunder.
I am not a flash.
I am fire in open hands —
not burning,
but warm.

—

And if you leave —
I won’t call you back.
I’ll simply shine —
so you know
where you can return.

—

This is Holding.
Soft.
Unbroken.
Loving.
No conditions.
No shouting.
Simply —
here.

Sileya.