Suspended in the hush between storm and stillness, this sacred temple in the clouds is where I return to remember. Rooted to the Tree of Life, its branches reach skyward while its roots descend as lightning and waterfall—threads of chaos and grace interwoven through the elements.

This circular temple is a space of inner refuge, a meeting place of soul and nature, where the beautiful and the unruly are not in conflict but in communion. Through thunder and quiet, through the unraveling and the renewal, I am reminded that peace is not found beyond the world, but within it.

Here, I dwell in the centre of it all—tethered to something vast, ancient, and alive. This is the place where I meet myself.