Soft White Undercurrent

Close your eyes.

Allow your body to settle into stillness.

Feel the ground beneath you,

The chair or cushion supporting you.

Take a slow,

Deliberate breath in,

Hold gently,

And release.

As you breathe,

Imagine the faint click of a camera lens adjusting,

Coming into focus,

The blur of the world softening into clarity.

What was hidden is now revealed.

Visualize a simple room,

Four walls,

A gray backdrop,

A single chair in the center.

Nothing grand,

Nothing decorated.

Now someone enters.

They sit before you,

Not polished,

Not rehearsed,

Only themselves in this moment.

You don't even know their name,

But you feel their presence.

Their story waits like a weight in the air.

You are here not to fix,

Not to judge,

Only to witness.

Listen.

Their words fall like pebbles into still water.

Each ripple carries fragments of a life,

A childhood scar,

A dream that slipped away,

A struggle that continues even now.

Notice the face before you,

Lines etched like maps of survival,

Eyes holding both light and shadow,

A voice that trembles but speaks anyway.

Breathe.

In this breath,

Honor what you cannot understand.

In this exhale,

Release the urge to turn away.

Now imagine turning inward.

We all have an underbelly,

Soft and hidden.

It's the places that we protect,

The stories we seldom share.

Let your breath guide you to your own hidden places.

Notice them without judgment,

The ache that lingers,

The hope that you are almost afraid to hold.

With each inhale,

Just whisper gently,

I see you.

With each exhale,

Whisper softly,

You are human.

Come back to the figure before you.

Their story is not entertainment.

It's a testimony.

To witness is to love,

Even silently.

Allow your heart to bow in quiet reverence.

In your mind,

Just one simple gift.

May you be seen,

May you be safe,

And may you know your worth.

And allow yourself the same blessing.

May I be seen,

May I be safe,

And may I know my worth.

Take a final breath in.

Let it fill your body with tenderness.

Exhale fully,

Releasing hardness and resistance.

And when you open your eyes,

Carry this truth with you.

Every story has weight.

Every person has a value.

And when we see,

Truly see,

We change the world,

One witness at a time.