Let go, let be, let in
Many voices gathered around me— “Come this way,” one said, “No, this way,” another insisted, “Faster,” urged a third, “Don’t stop—run.” Paths multiplied, Urgency grew louder than my own breath, And somewhere along the way, I forgot the quiet rhythm within my chest. Then you arrived— Not with directions, Not with maps or promises, But with a softness I had long abandoned. “You must be tired,” you said, “Sit here… just for a while.” And in that simple permission, The roads dissolved, The noise loosened its grip, And for the first time— the seeker dissolved, And only the stillness remained.