Beneath The Surface

It is often beneath the surface that we find what we are searching for. That’s where the unedited signal is. It’s where your body tells the truth before your mind can translate it. It’s where your intuition doesn’t ask for permission, it knows. It’s where grief sits next to wisdom and where anger sharpens into clarity. Where desire reveals what you actually want, not what you were taught to want. This is a spoken word to help you come back to yourself when you feel overwhelmed or consumed. So you can soften out of urgency, pressure, or overgiving and reconnect to your body to receive and emotionally regulate.

Transcript

There is a quiet alcove inside me. Where heat becomes a cool summer breeze. Where effort loosens its grip and the world softens into a direction I cannot name. It is like recognizing a tide by its pool before seeing the water. Like being called home by a sound older than language. The body knows how to drink without urgency, Softening into a gentle pulse. And what burns does not take everything. Even flame knows how to bow to thresholds it cannot cross. But there a window remembers how to be opened and the room listens. Light arrives without announcement, Settling along the edges of things. The air carries what has been waiting patiently to be received. And something inside me turns. Not from force. But from recognition. I remember that I am not required to hold the whole sky. Only to feel where it rests against my skin. My breath continues its quiet labor of stitching me back together. And a song sings beneath my surface. Not asking to be louder. Only to be heard.