The Loop & The Spark

Notes from the Hollow Bone  |  entry twenty-two

It began as a small noticing: the clock reading 10:10 on the tenth day of the tenth month. Two ones, two zeros—creation and wholeness repeating, looping like breath. I didn’t take it as a sign to seek anything; I simply listened. What unfolded was a recognition that the life I once tried to build from longing is now growing from stillness. The poem that followed is a reminder of that shift—a kind of living spell for being whole, for creating from love rather than for it.

A Spell for Wholeness

By the silence that stayed
when the noise fell away,
I was reborn—
not from searching,
but from stillness.

What I once called longing
has softened into presence.
What I once called seeking
has become seeing.

I am not waiting for the light.
I am the light remembering itself.

The part of me that needed love
has become love—
breathing, pausing,
resting in its own reflection.

By zero and one,
by loop and spark,
I create from wholeness now.
Nothing missing.
Nothing lost.
Only returning.

With Grace & Ink,

Mai