Golden is the light that encompasses my very being, unveiling the profound truth of my destined path. This journey seals wounds of generations past—a sacred duty stitched into the very fabric of one’s soul. I stand bare and unguarded; the chains dissolve, slipping from my fingertips like the softest sand, transforming into precious jewels. No longer bound by indecision, I ascend beyond the shadows, guided by ancestral codes. My lineage, once tangled in thorns, now flourishes with intent, mending history with a celebration of love.
Poem: Transcending Shadows
Blades sear and silence, as if speech itself were forbidden, imprisoning you behind towering walls and locked doors. In the face of defeat, you forget the power you hold within. The clock mocks you, each tick a thorn constricting your path. Trapped in the chaos of storms and tornadoes, wounded and barely mended, you are carried away by tides that shiver in defeat. Small and helpless, boxed in darkness, caged and beaten, your eyes close to the vast expanse of your soul, forgetting you hold the key.
Leave the past to rest, my dear. Grieve its passage, and send it love’s gentle embrace. Look beyond the veil; your vessel has arrived. Take my hand, for here is my lantern to illuminate the way. I will be your wings to soar above, your companion and confidant, your friend and protector. Fear not, for in unity, we will transcend the shadows, embracing the love and power that reside within your divine essence—your destiny.
Poem: The weight of a feather
You have journeyed far, bearing the suitcase of your past and countless lifetimes. Every step, a testament to your endurance, each breath, a whisper of resilience. It is time now, dear traveler, to transfer its weight from rock to feather. Unzipped and peeled back are the burdens, no longer to be dragged or summoned as echoes of what was.
In the gentle twilight of one’s soul, you honor the reflection and its remnants that echo through the corridors of time, sending them kindness, compassion, and gratitude for the journey that has brought you to this sacred space now. Within a paused moment, you acknowledge the lessons, the scars, the tears. Each one, a page in your book, to be filed into the Akashic of your becoming. You place them gently on the shelf, their purpose fulfilled.
Grab laughter by the hand, happiness, and love as reminders that the climb is no longer. You awaken, woven into the threads of all that is. Time is no longer linear but ripples that encompass you, gifting you sight to open windows and walk through doors without hesitation or worry of where each step will take you. You trust, even when it is unclear where you are going. Faith and hope are all that you carry now, with love guiding the way.