THE MORNING POEM

There is a moment in the mystery of becoming human—subtle, primordial, untraceable—when we forget. We forget what we are. In that forgetting, a fracture appears. Not in truth, but in perception. Not in soul, but in awareness. We begin to believe we are separate. Alone. Small. Unworthy At

The path to uncovering the eternal truth of a love beyond measure, that lays at the heart of us is not straightforward, for we are told narrow is the gate. It requires the courage to confront our fears, the compassion to heal our wounds, and the perseverance to navigate life’

From knowing… to becoming.