My breath is the oldest love song on earth I rise and fall with the rhythm of belonging Every cell remembers the mother life I am held by roots older than time The earth whispers,
You are mine Not to possess,
But to anchor Not to bind,
But to bless I inhale peace,
And exhale armor I melt into presence,
I arrive holy Soft,
Whole,
Worthy Soft,
Whole,
Worthy Soft,
Whole,
Worthy Soft,
Whole,
Worthy So hum,
So hum,
So hum,
So hum I am coming out of my shell Healing back the pieces of myself Shedding light into the darkness Into every crevice of my body I am worthy of love It is the thing that surrounds me That spreads throughout my body I can find love easily within myself All I have to do is breathe to feel And that love spreads throughout my body I choose love today There was a time before language When love was the only word we knew The sun kissed our skin with it The wind braided it into our hair Today I remember I was not born for war with myself I am not a mistake to fix I am a miracle to receive And I give that gift to myself I am worthy of the gifts I give myself And the gifts I receive from others Every scar has softened with the moonlight Every shame has crumbled in the tide I cradle the child within me And whisper You are precious You are mine YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH,
YAH I drink it.
It flows into my cup easily.
Breathing is love.
And I feel it,
Floating throughout my lungs.
I am alive.
I am alive.
Movement is the doorway to self-love,
To discovery,
Curiosity.
The knowing is movement.
Beneath the bruises is a hymn,
A cracked open song,
A voice that says,
Even here,
Especially here,
Love lives.
I kiss the ache on its forehead.
I offer roses to my anger.
I sit at the altar of my pain and light a candle in its honor.
There is no shame in the unhealed,
Only space,
Only soil waiting to bloom.
OM MANI PADME HUM OM MANI PADME HUM I am not separate.
I am not the riverbank.
I am the river.
I am not the flame.
I am the heat.
I am not seeking love.
I am singing it.
I am singing it.
Every breath is a prayer to the world.
Every heartbeat is a drum of connection.
You are me.
I am you.
We meet at the center again and again.
I want to get high on love,
Higher on my breath,
Higher,
Higher,
Higher.
No walls can survive this softness.
No fear can outlast this warmth.
No storm can erase the stillness that lives beneath it all.
Not every love is loud.
Some loves arrive like a snowfall.
Some only speak in silence.
I lay down my need to be heard.
I lean in to quiet.
There is something holy here.
OM MANI PADME HUM I do not need to prove myself.
I do not need to fix the moment.
The divine is in this pause.
The sacred awaits in stillness.
Love is the exhale I forgot I needed.
OM PRIMA NAMAHA OM PRIMA NAMAHA OM PRIMA NAMAHA OM PRIMA NAMAHA OM PRIMA NAMAHA OM PRIMA NAMAHA I do not need to earn what I already am.
I do not need to chase what lives in my chest.
I am not half.
I am not broken.
I am full.
I am fire.
I am flood.
OM PRIMA NAMAHA I have been the wound and the salve.
The seeker and the source.
The stranger and the home.
Today I return.
Not to someone else,
But to the ocean within.
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