Sheltas are wisdom infusion,
Finding your way back to spiritual connection.
Take a moment to soften,
Not to fix anything,
Not to change,
Just soften.
Feel the weight of your body,
Feel your breath rising and falling,
Feel the gentle invitation to return.
To return not to something outside of you,
But to what has always lived inside.
You are coming home.
There may be times when you feel far from spirit,
Moments when silence feels empty,
When your prayers seem unanswered,
When the universe feels distant and love feels like a memory,
But dear one,
The thread has never broken.
It is you who turns away,
Never the divine.
You are never judged.
You are never abandoned.
Even in your forgetting,
You are held,
Even in your numbness,
You are loved.
So come as you are,
Come with your doubt,
Come with your weariness,
Your confusion,
Your longing.
Come with your wounds and let them be kissed by light.
You don't need to reach for spirit.
You only need to open,
Open to what is already here.
Let your breath find its way again.
Let your heart be the temple.
Let the quiet become a doorway and feel the gentle presence that never left you.
May you remember what cannot be broken.
May you hear the soft voice of the divine echo through your soul.
May your faith be not in certainty,
But in connection,
And may you walk your path with a heart wide open,
Knowing you are always,
Always walking with spirit.