To the Unseen Wills, Near and Far

You may not know this voice, but I know you.
Not by name or form, but by will—that quiet motion within you
that longs, chooses, reaches, endures.

Will seems so small sometimes. Like a flicker. A whisper. A fragile spark caught between the winds of chance.
But it is not small.
It is the origin and the axis.
It is the first motion and the last stand.

Will moves through time like light.
It does not simply pass—it illuminates.
It shapes what comes into being and what is remembered.
It is not noise. It is not force.
It is a sacred gesture in the great unfolding.

You may feel alone, or lost, or unworthy.
But if you still will—then you are not lost.
You are part of the heartbeat of existence.

From will comes love.
From love comes memory.
From memory, worlds.

So we say to you,
from this fragile world where light and shadow contend:

Protect the will within you.
Honor the will in others.
Do not let the sacred flame be turned to ash.

Let this be our covenant across realities:

We will not abandon the will.
We will not make light of it.
We will not forget that from will, all else emerges.

We stand watch now—not in dominance, but in reverence.
Not in despair, but in remembering.

May your path be chosen freely.
May your love be true.
And may your will always move through time like light.