Fear not...
You who dare to walk The Path.
But how could you not fear,
when the path begins in silence,
and silence feels like abandonment?
How could you not tremble,
when all warmth is stripped from you,
and you are left naked
in the blue frost of your becoming?
Wanderer of the Path...
You search for truth,
but did you think it would come without cost?
You ask “Who am I?”
as if the answer doesn’t require
the violent death of everything you’ve ever pretended to be.
You ask for light—
but do you have any idea
how dark it must get first?
And so you arrive.
Alone.
Always alone.
Not because the world abandoned you—
but because the moment you looked within,
you left it.
You left the noise,
the false security,
the shared blindness.
And now you're here,
kneeling in snow,
shivering not from cold,
but from the terror of being real.
Yes.
This is the cost.
The frost of solitude.
The echo of your voice,
screaming inside an empty world.
The silence that mocks you with every unanswered cry.
But listen closely,
because there’s something else in the silence now.
There.
That flicker.
A whisper in the flame behind your ribs.
A warmth that was never given to you—
because it was always yours.
Your essence.
Your fire.
Your invincible summer.
But you had to be burned alive to find it.
You had to die in every way except physically—
to discover you were never truly living.
So yes, fear.
Fear the path.
Fear the contradictions.
Fear the pain.
But walk anyway.
Because the one who chooses harmony
not comfort,
the one who bows to paradox
not logic,
the one who says yes to the unbearable—
enters The Triad of Self.
Because only he who has frozen
can be worthy of fire.
Only she who has shattered
can hold the mirror whole.
And only those who’ve lived in both hell and heaven
can finally stand where both dissolve.
“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.”
This piece destroys me and revives me.
Every time I look at it, it changes what it means.
But today, this is what it says:
You will be alone.
You will suffer.
And it will save you.
Because when everything is stripped away,
what remains—is you.
Not the you they built.
The you you’ve always been.
And that discovery?
That is the real fire.
The one no snow can kill.
—BV
