Loving Every Line

This Sacred Verse is a spoken word poem reflecting upon the changing face of time—how our bodies record love, sorrow, laughter, and worry in skin and shape. With honesty and grace, it explores the inevitability of aging and the deeper truth that we are not our bodies, but luminous beings passing through. A tender embrace of every wrinkle, shadow, and curve, this is a sacred ode to self-acceptance, mortality, and the soul that shines through it all.

For women who see their face changing in the mirror over time and struggle to love what they see.

Best received with eyes closed and heart open. Background music offers chimes and gentle melody in 432hz.

Transcript

Hi,

Welcome to your sacred verse.

This piece is a tender reflection on aging,

Identity,

And the sacred story etched into our faces.

It invites you to meet the mirror with compassion and to remember that beneath every line and shadow is a soul shining through.

I invite you to sit back,

Close your eyes,

And receive these words as a blessing for the body you live in,

Just as it is,

Right now.

My face is changing with the passing years,

Gravity having an effect,

Along with all the tears.

I don't remember frowning so much to create lines,

Freezing a perpetual sad face for all of time.

The creases around my eyes show laughter and happiness,

Has filled many days and nights,

Friends and family,

Togetherness.

The lines in my brow I see are physical evidence of thinking,

Anxiety and worry,

Heart sinking.

And of course,

How can I forget my double chin that stays with me always,

Even when I'm thin.

The changes in my face and the rest of my body feel challenging and scary without any real remedy,

Because time carries on and takes our bodies with it,

Aging and dissolving no matter how fit.

We can strengthen and stretch,

Take long walks and run,

But a time will arrive when the body will be done.

And my face reminds me,

With these black circles I can't cure,

That my time here is precious,

Acceptance does mature.

I am not my face,

Or my body,

Or my mind.

I am something else entirely,

Eventually I will find.

My true nature revealed to me,

Mystical treasures unearthed.

Transition will come,

Body dies,

Soul rebirthed.

My faith is strong,

I know without being certain,

That I will continue on,

Beyond this body,

This curtain,

That projects my life like a mirror,

Reflecting my emotional experience in the lines and the shapes of my physical appearance.

I am here and now,

In space and time,

Situated in my body and look how I shine,

Loving every line and every chin,

For my face reflects a life loved deeply from within.

Reviews

Wonderful reminder, need this one dairy to sink in :)
Thank you 💐🕊️❤️