@dawn_writer
QUIET
Quite often what looks like inaction is the loudest kind of inner work / Understanding arrives on its own schedule to the mind that waits for it
WARM
With you, the cold becomes a thing remembered / A fire that needs no wood, just your presence
WAVE
Walking into it we lose our balance / Again and again it arrives without asking
CYCLE
Coming around again is not the same as not having moved at all / You carry in the returning something the first time did not have
CHEER
Crying out across the space to meet you / Here, your name is called and you belong
COAST
Coasting sometimes is a way of listening for what comes next / Only the paused traveler can hear the road tell where it leads
SMILE
Sudden warmth across an unknown face / Moving toward the one who is alone
ATONE
Acknowledging the harm and moving toward repair is not weakness / Taking responsibility for what was done clears a space for what comes next
ADDS
Adding to the world rather than subtracting from it is a choice / Depth of a life grows with every genuine thing you contribute
TEARS
Telling truths the voice could not achieve / Even now they rise without permission
HOPE
Hearts that hold the unconfirmed / Over every valley, a bridge appears
GUILT
Going back inside the moment to undo / Unable to revise what happened
GENTLE
Given to the world as its best nature / Every action slowed to allow for feeling
CLOCK
Crowded afternoon and it won’t move quickly / Long wait made longer by looking
UNEASE
Underneath the normal, something shifts / Nothing quite sits where it used to
MOON
Moving through the clouds in patient stages / Only visible when they part for a moment
LAUGH
Loosening every knot of the day / And there it is: the proof you are alive
MIST
Moving through the trees without a sound / It settles on the spider web like jewels
DANCE
Dishes done and the song too good to ignore / Arms out in the kitchen and not caring
YEARN
You lean toward the irretrievable / Every distance feels like hunger
PAST
Putting down what you have carried from what was is the day’s real work / A past held too tightly becomes the story that prevents the next one
GRACE
Gently passing through what others rush / Resting in the soft of an imperfect day
CALM
Carrying stillness as a gift to others / A quietness that spreads across the room
VOICE
Vibration of the self into the world is not a luxury, it is a need / Opening your mouth and letting the inside out is terrifying and necessary
TEA
Taken at the window while the rain decides / Every warmth starting here before going anywhere
WISH
Wanting something real enough to shape your days / Into the unknown, you send the truest part of you
RAIN
Rinsing the dust from the long summer leaves / A rhythm on the roof through the dark hours
WIND
Wearing a path through the tall autumn grass / In the chimney it mutters its old stories
PAIN
Pressing past the threshold of the bearable / All the body speaks at once
COOK
Calm returned by the act of chopping / Oil and garlic and the kitchen comes alive
FOND
Finding old warmth in a sudden memory / On the tip of tongue the name of someone dear
ROOM
Rain on the window and nowhere to go / Opening the curtains halfway and no more
HEAL
Healing is not getting back to where you were before / Every wound that closes leaves the tissue stronger than before
SLOW
Slowing down reveals what speed was always covering over / Less urgency creates the space for what is true to show