(mm...)
Something in me is restoring.
(low fry)
Quietly... beautifully... now.
I thought healing had to arrive
With trumpets, fire, a grand surprise.
But morning entered through a seam,
Gold dust moving through sun beams.
My tired bones began to sing,
Not loud—just like remembering.
A cell of hope, a breath so wide,
Small ce-e-eks waking deep inside.
(ahh...)
Hands to my heart...
Soften the face...
Make a little room for grace.
Blue Storm carries living rain,
Washing roots beneath the pain.
Solar pulse inside my chest,
Teaching broken places rest.
Built again by light,
Built again by breath.
Life returns in quiet
Invisible waves
To everything once abandoned.
Built again by love,
built again by grace.
I feel the garden growing back
In every hidden place.
Drop the shoulders,
Figure 8 through the spine,
Let the body know
It still belongs to present time.
I used to think that tiredness
Was proof that I had given my best.
I praised depletion like a crown,
Wore myself to the ground.
Then Blue Storm laughed in silver rain:
“Power also knows regain.”
Solar said: “Receive repair.
Strength is what you let in there.”
Look again...
Rest can also be the strategic.
The long game.
Sip the water,
Bless the skin,
Open every window in.
One kind choice becomes a stream,
Feeding roots you cannot see.
Built again by light,
Built again by breath.
Life returns in quiet waves
To everything once left.
Built again by love,
Built again by grace.
I feel the garden growing back
In every hidden place.
What if energy is sacred?
What if joy restores the frame?
What if softness is intelligent?
What if peace can build your name?
I do not need collapse
To start renewal now.
Restore the root.
Restore the flame.
Restore the waters.
Call your name.
Restore the root.
Restore the flame.
Body remembers
How to reign.
(reign reign reign)
Restore the root.
Restore the flame.
Restore the waters.
Call your name.
Restore the root.
Restore the flame.
Body remembers
How to reign.
Built again by light,
Built again by breath.
Life returns in quiet waves
To everything once left.
Built again by love,
Built again by grace.
I feel the garden growing back
In every hidden place.
(mm...)
New leaf... warm wind...
Same heart... more alive.
Emptying pressure
Renewing life
Renewing love
