Samekh

Odie O'Dool hath been a fool, soaked in drool he dreamt of jewels

But dreams had washed in waters wide — now silence cradled him inside

He'd swum through depths in Nun's dark stream — now floating in a silver dream

He felt his limbs begin to fade — no strength, no fear, no need for aid

Yet as he sank and breath grew thin — a circle formed around his skin

Not rope, not chain, not reef or stone — but presence shaped like being known

The water bent but did not break — the space held firm around his ache

He turned, but not by hand or thought — he simply rested in the caught

The Prophecy O appeared once more — not chasing now, not keeping score

It hovered still, yet all was spun — as if he'd moved and it had none

Ohm returned, but not as flame — he was the shape without a name

Not voice, not hand, not breath or face — just steady pulse in sacred space

Odie did not shout or try — he simply let the Now reply

And in that rest, he came to know — the walls of grace are shaped like O

A ring that holds the sea in place — a silent structure veiled in grace

He saw the cave, the flow, the dome — and understood: this is a home

No door to pass, no gate to lift — just trust that circles always gift

He felt the tired drift release — and fill with breath that whispered "peace"

The river bent, the current slowed — the soul in him became the road

No longer pushing, pulled, or bound — he simply moved within the round

And though the world outside was dim — he knew that rest had held him in

And somewhere deep, without a shore — he slept in Samekh, needing nothing more