Before any name was given to you,
Before any story pressed itself into your skin,
Before life asked you to become more than you ever felt ready to be,
There was something in you that simply was.
Unmoved.
Untouched.
Unbroken.
This quiet presence has followed you through every season,
Through every joy that opened you,
Through every ache that hollowed you,
Through every moment you thought you had disappeared from your own life and still,
It remained.
Even in the darkest hours,
Even when breath came thin and trembling,
Even when you doubted your own worth,
The truth beneath it all stayed untouched.
Waiting for you to remember what has never once left you.
You have searched for yourself in so many places,
In love,
In loss,
In the tender ache of wanting to belong.
But beneath all of it,
Beneath the noise,
Beneath the fear,
Beneath every version of you that rose to survive,
Your true nature has been shining quietly,
Like a light you forgot you were carrying.
Come back to it now.
Slowly.
Gently.
There is a stillness beneath your thoughts,
A ground beneath every rise and fall,
A presence that holds you even when you feel yourself slipping.
It is the part of you that was never wounded,
Never abandoned,
Never confused by the shifting tides of your life.
It is the one constant you have always returned to,
Even when you didn't know you were returning.
Let your breath soften,
Let your body loosen,
Let your awareness fall inward,
As though you are sinking into a truth that has been waiting for centuries.
Nothing essential has ever been missing,
Not a single moment,
Not a single breath.
You have only been traveling through layers,
Shedding old skins,
Outgrowing old versions,
Learning the shape of your own becoming.
You are the witness behind the mind,
The stillness behind the emotion,
The presence beneath every rise and fall of your days.
You are the one who watches,
Who breathes,
Who endures,
Who loves without condition.
Rest here,
In this remembrance.
Let it settle into the places still holding weight,
Let it soften the corners of your chest,
Let it ease the ache of thinking you must become anything more than what you already are.
You were never lost,
Not once,
Not even when you felt furthest from yourself.
You have been carried by your own truth,
Guided by the quiet core that has never broken,
Never dimmed,
Never doubted your return.
Stay here a little longer,
With this knowing,
With this gentle unveiling,
With this truth that breathes through you like a tide coming home.
You are here,
You have always been here,
And nothing is ever taking you away from yourself.
