In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light,
A soul stirs softly, rising from the night.
A veil once heavy, thick with earthly chains,
Now lifts, revealing skies with endless plains.
The heart, once bound by shadows cold and deep,
Now breathes in rhythms ancient, vast, and steep.
Each pulse a whisper, each breath a song,
Of truths forgotten, waiting all along.
The mind, no longer tangled in its snare,
Now dances freely in the open air.
What once was sought in places far and wide,
Was always there, in silence, deep inside.
The world transforms, not outward, but within,
Where light and love eternally begin.
In every tree, in every drop of rain,
The sacred hums, dissolving all our pain.
For now, the soul remembers what it’s known—
We are not lost; we never were alone.
Awake, arise, in stillness hear the call,
The spirit wakes, one with the All.
Thank-you for reading,
Much love and light,
Brenda Marie
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