Deep in the hush of your silent soul,
Where time dissolves and stars console,
There burns a flame no eye can see—
A spark of Source, eternally free.
It whispers truths the mind forgot,
Of ancient lands and love unbought,
Of when you danced in realms of gold,
Before the world made you grow cold.
It’s not in sky, nor earth, nor stone,
But in your breath, where you are known.
The light you seek beyond the veil
Is in your chest, behind the pale.
Close your eyes—can you not feel
The pulse of something vast and real?
It is not distant, lost, or dim,
But burning bright in every limb.
You are the sun before the dawn,
The sacred thread all life is drawn,
A temple built of stardust fire—
A vessel full of pure desire.
So when you falter, break, or bend,
Recall the truth that does not end:
The Source within will guide you through—
The brightest light is born in you
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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