spirituality

Beneath the sky’s endless canvas,I stand, breath steady, heart open wide—a single drop in the vast ocean,yet whole beyond measure. Stars whisper secretsin languages older than time,and I listen,feeling the pulse of galaxiesbeat within my veins. There is no separation,no boundary between me and the cosmos—only the dance of light and shadow,the weaving of spirit […]

I am a leafcaught in the river’s song—not fighting the current,but carried by its wisdom,trusting the unseen handsthat guide me forward. The river knows where it flows,though I cannot see the path,and in its gentle urging,I learn to let go—of control, of fear,of the need to hold tight. There is peacein surrendering to the vast

There’s a quiet flamethat flickers in my chest,not born of breath or bone,but of something ancient—a pulse that never fades,even when the world grows dark. It’s the light within,soft but steady,guiding me through shadowswhen my feet lose their way. I close my eyes,and feel its warmth—a reminder that I am morethan the body I wear,more

In quiet moments,when the world softens its noise,I hear the whispers —not of words,but of something deeper, like a threadwoven through the air,pulling gentlyat the edges of my soul. It’s the light behind the darkness,the breath between heartbeats,the calm beneath the storm. I reach—not with hands,but with longing,knowing the unseenis always near,holding mein its endless