I'm listening.
I hear the quiet hum beneath my skin,
The soft whispers of my bones,
The pulse of life flowing in my veins.
I listen to the ache that speaks in silence,
The tension that calls for release,
The stillness that knows what words cannot.
There is a voice in the center of my chest,
A knowing that rises with each breath,
Gentle but unyielding,
An invitation to trust what I cannot see.
My soul calls,
Not in loud demands,
But in the spaces between thoughts,
In the warmth of a quiet moment,
In the unspoken understanding that I am enough as I am.
I listen to the pull of something deeper,
A subtle direction,
An unseen hand guiding me forward.
I do not need to hurry.
I do not need to search.
All the answers I seek are already here,
Woven into the fabric of my being,
Whispered by the breath of my body,
And carried in the rhythm of my heart.
And so I pause,
And I listen,
With love,
With patience,
With trust.
I am listening.