In the still hush before the breath,
Where time dissolves and sheds its dress,
A whisper stirs—no less, no more—
The echo of your soul before.
A spark not found in flesh or bone,
But in the space where stars are sown.
It sings in silence, soft and true:
The light of Source lives deep in you.
It is the hum beneath your name,
The fire no shadow dares to claim.
It is the root of every tear,
The healer when the end feels near.
Though veils may fall and night descend,
Though dreams may fracture, break, and bend,
Still there it glows, serene, unshaken—
The light within, never forsaken.
You are the flame, the void, the whole,
The shaman’s drum, the seeker’s soul.
You walk through realms both near and far,
Your heart a gate, your gaze a star.
So rise, remember, let it in—
The light that calls from deep within.
Not found in sky, nor bound by skin:
The Source you seek has always been.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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