Welcome to the compass within,
A quiet remembering co-written between me and a soft moment of truth.
This isn't a lesson,
It's just a listening.
Sometimes I forget that silence is not the absence of wisdom but the doorway to it,
Slowly peeking out from behind the veil,
Leaving breadcrumbs to my inner knowing.
Each breadcrumb a softness,
Each step a quiet yes to the part of me that never left,
That part that the world wants you to ignore because they're scared you trust yourself more than the outside noise,
Standing in your own truth,
The kind of truth that doesn't shout but hum low and steady like the sound of roots,
Remembering where they belong,
Solidly planted in myself,
Nurturing all of me the way I see fit,
Not being swayed by the world,
Only the gentle breeze of my wisdom ruffling my leaves.
And when the noise returns,
As it always does,
I'll meet it with stillness,
Knowing I'm not here to be shaken but to grow.
Here I stand on my own two feet,
Amidst the chaos of the world,
I know my place within it all.
Not because I've mapped out every step,
But because I've listened deeply to the quiet voice that keeps calling me home.
A place that I protect and call my own,
That's the compass here on earth.
So I align myself to stay sovereign and free,
For I am not lost,
Only returning,
Not empty,
Only clearing space.
And in this soft,
Quiet knowing,
I remember I was always enough.
Thank you for listening,
And thank you for being here.
Wherever you are,
May you remember the compasses inside of you,
The part that never left and always knows the way home.
