Softness is the antidote
To the brittleness
That creeps in over time
The hard edges
The worn-down spirit
The stiffness of a life
Held too tightly
Where hardness grips
Softness releases
Where judgement stands rigid
Softness bows forward
Offering space to breathe,
To expand,
To let go
Loosen the armour
The constant self-criticism
The reflex of reactivity…..
Read MoreThis is where I come
To meet my naked self
No masks
No roles
No fancy robes
I place my hand on my heart
And listen to the truth of who I am
At the altar of my Spirit
There is no striving
Only softening
And opening
The willingness
To sit with what is still unfinished
To bow to the parts
I’ve tried to hide….
Read MoreThere are truths
That don't live in language
They live in the body
Low
Quiet
Steady
Like something remembered
Before you were born
I feel it in my marrow
This knowing
And I refuse to look away
Bone deep
Undeniable
This truth
Is old
It belongs to the ancient ones
The truth walks with lineage
Not borrowed
Or performed
But woven in….
Read MoreThere is a part of you
That remembers
The wild maiden
The one who laughed loudly
Loved recklessly
Ran toward life
Without apology
You buried her for a time
Under responsibility
Under silence
Under the ache of justice
You never named…..
Read MoreMay I offer my heart without a wall
Unarmoured
Unguarded
An offering bare and true
May I meet you with soft eyes
Not searching for flaw or fracture
But to truly see you
As you are….
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