THE MORNING POEM
'What do the white birds say' ~ Hafiz
THE MORNING POEM
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May all love surround you this day and, forevermore.
'What do the white birds say' ~ Hafiz
May all love surround you this day and, forevermore.
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.