The Breath of Being

The seasons turn without our touch,

No hand commands, no mind disrupts.

Mother Nature sways, unjudged, unbound,

Her cycles perfect, her rhythms sound.

The storm rolls in; we let it rage,

The sun will rise, stage after stage.

We do not halt the stars that burn,

But marvel at their fleeting turn.

And what of us, in our restless plight,

Grasping at the day, fearing the night?

What if we breathed, as trees always do,

Unworried, unchanged, steadfast and true?

Surrender is not the loss of might,

But the courage to release the fight.

To stand in the storm with open arms,

To trust its chaos, to know no harm.

Relinquish the reins, and you will see,

The strength that lives in simply being free.

Not absence of care, but power refined,

A dance with life, fully aligned.

The tide will turn, the wind will bend,

Each moment begins where others end.

Who would you be, if you dared to flow,

Allowing all, and needing to know?

You are the breath, the storm, the sun,

The cycle eternal, the only one.

No longer afraid to let go or trust,

You find your strength in the quietest hush.

Here is the invitation, clear and true:

To live, to rise, as the fullest you.

No striving needed, no plans to unfold,

Just the calm of a God, breathing bold.

#bebold

💋Kristen