Close your eyes,
Let everything go,
Let go of all effort,
It's ok.
There is nothing you need to understand right now.
Nothing to achieve,
Nothing to hide.
You can simply breath and stay here just for a while,
In this bare,
Quiet presence,
With my voice as your companion and guide.
You don't have to feel ok,
You don't have to pretend,
Here you are allowed to not hold it all together.
You are allowed to feel tired,
To lose faith,
To simply wish it would stop.
You can lay it all down,
Here I am with you.
And I'd like to tell you something,
Something you may have forgotten,
Or maybe no one ever taught you gently enough.
You came to this earth to love,
To love life,
To love the world,
To love the wind.
And you've forgotten it so many times.
You got lost in expectations,
In pain,
In anger,
In silence.
And still your heart keeps beating.
It beats humbly,
Quietly,
Like a faithful guardian of your light.
It never stopped.
Someone,
Somewhere,
Would have given anything to have you near them for just one more minute.
And you may never know it,
But it's true.
You have been loved simply because you are alive.
And you still are,
At the very least,
By your own heart.
Even when you feel nothing,
There is a flame in you that keeps going.
There is a part of you untouched,
Silent,
Eternal.
That part doesn't judge your mistakes.
It has never stopped loving you.
Even in your darkest moments,
Even when you screamed without a voice,
Even when you cried without witness,
It was there.
It cried with you,
Without saying a word.
Just there,
Present,
Soft,
Luminous.
It's the part that makes you cry at a movie,
A song,
A beautiful or simple scene.
It is not sadness,
It's remembrance.
It's the moment when your inner light recognises a light outside.
When something in you remembers,
Yes,
This is it.
This is what I was made for.
I was made for love.
I was made for the beautiful.
These are tears of recognition,
Not weakness.
Tears of truth.
You don't have to be strong right now.
You don't have to heal right away.
You can just cry.
And if the tears don't come,
It's okay.
They may come later,
In a dream,
In a gentle gesture,
Or in the silence.
But remember this,
What you truly are has never been broken.
Never.
And what you're going through,
As heavy or dark as it may seem,
Will never extinguish that spark in you.
Because it doesn't come from this world.
It comes from a sacred,
Indestructible place.
In Sanskrit,
It's called Prakasha.
The light of your being.
And one day,
This light will shine through all of you.
But for today,
You can simply breathe.
And let this presence cradle you.
You are not alone.
And you never have been.
