You are not shaken, though the world may roar,

you are the hush behind each closing door.

The stillness wrapped in every storm,

the quiet place where truth is born.

 

Each breath you take, a living key,

unlocking paths you’ve yet to see.

You did not come to chase the light,

but to remember—you are bright.

 

Even in moments dim with doubt,

your soul’s own fire won’t burn out.

Even when silence pulls you deep,

your light is there—it does not sleep.

 

Don’t rush the bloom—let time be kind,

you’re unfolding with the greater Mind

that shaped the stars and formed the moon,

and hums your name in every tune.

 

Let others sleep if they still choose,

but you cannot refuse or lose

the call that rises from your core—

to wake, to rise, to be much more.

 

You are becoming all you knew—

and it has always been in you.