The Morning Poem
Becoming Free
The Morning Poem
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In not dumping our grief at being on planet earth and our sense of separation from all that is on any other life form.
Becoming Free
In not dumping our grief at being on planet earth and our sense of separation from all that is on any other life form.
May God be a quiet flame in your heart,
No is a complete sentence.
There comes a moment in grief when the pain has nowhere left to go. Not because it has been resolved, or explained, or made acceptable—but because it has reached the outermost edge of what the self can bear. It has spent itself. It has searched every corridor of memory,
In troubled times, this gentle meditation offers a place to rest without fixing or forcing. It invites you to meet fear, grief, or numbness with quiet permission, to remember a steady light within that does not argue with the dark—only remains.