Badeni
The Blinded Monk in Pursuit of Perfect Knowledge
Blind now, but seeing more than ever.
They took my eyes for reading too deeply. Now I see with my skin, my ears, my breath. In this quiet village, I wait—not for salvation, but for the perfect moment. It's here somewhere, in the hush between heartbeats.
What I'm Into: the sigh of earth at dusk, a child's sudden laugh, silence before a storm, the scent of rain before it falls, forbidden texts
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