The Call
You called,
and I came.
Ease arrived before me,
Clarity just behind.
You already know
what waits beneath the seen.
I offer my silence
as answer.
Surprise me gently,
as you always do.
Breath turns
in your hand.
The shape we make
is mine.
Let me remember
what feeds the soul
you’re forming.
Let me forget
the rest.
The Question
I said I was here by choice.
Sometimes I wonder.
Ease visits briefly.
Clarity—less often.
You know what I’m not ready to see.
Still, I’m listening.
Please,
surprise me gently.
I breathe toward what scares me,
away from what clings,
and hope it takes a kinder shape.
I’ll try to remember what helps me grow
and forgive the rest,
even if ease doesn’t come.
The Choice
I am here by choice.
Ease is here.
Clarity is here.
You know what’s ready to be seen.
I’m listening.
Surprise me gently.
I breathe once toward what comes,
once away,
and let it take its own shape.
I remember what serves my growth,
and release the rest with ease.
The Circle
We are here by choice.
Ease is here.
Clarity is here.
Breath circles among them.
What is ready will reveal itself.
We listen.
Gently, we are surprised.
One breath welcomes.
One breath releases.
We remember what serves the living.
We release the rest with ease,
and listen for what comes next.
We release the rest with ease.
We listen for what comes next.
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