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Inner tide
The call of the heart
Remember, stillness is not absence.
It is the beginning of deep listening.
Hear the echo of your heart,
calling you back
to where you once did start.
There, in the chaos of voices,
truth draws near,
shaping a path
that will soon glow clear.
It is the beginning of deep listening.
Hear the echo of your heart,
calling you back
to where you once did start.
There, in the chaos of voices,
truth draws near,
shaping a path
that will soon glow clear.
Awakening
The longing rises like breath,
like tide, like wildfire,
colors awakened by quiet desire.
It moves through skin,
through fear, through doubt,
a fabric of feelings is pouring out.
It’s an act of release, vibrant, alive,
where all I was holding begins to arrive.
like tide, like wildfire,
colors awakened by quiet desire.
It moves through skin,
through fear, through doubt,
a fabric of feelings is pouring out.
It’s an act of release, vibrant, alive,
where all I was holding begins to arrive.
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