Hmmm…
A pause lives here
A truth begins to rise
Echoes resting in the air
Moments held with gentle care
Threads of celebration, woven deep
Living in the space we keep
Something shifted, something seen
A place that hasn’t ever been
A tone revealed I didn’t know
Now it’s here, and now it shows
What is ready to be felt?
What is asking to be held?
In this stillness energy clears
Through the breath, beyond my fears
How do I protect this heart
While keeping every part
Open to truth
Open to me, open to you
Space space becomes a landing pad
Truth held softly in our hand
Patient healing
Honesty is revealing
I have chosen those I keep
Roots that run and grow in deep
Fields of care that lift and rise
Love that meets me, steady, wise
Something in me knows this line
Energy that feels like mine
Where I give and where I stand
What belongs within my land
And I feel a quiet truth
Moving gently through my roots
Some connections shift their place
Some find distance, some find grace
What unfolds when I allow?
What is asking of me now?
In the space between the waves
There’s a calm the body craves
How do I protect this heart
While keeping every part
Open to what still is true
Open to me, open to you
Space becomes a place to land
Truth held softly in the hand
Patient healing
Honesty is revealing
Let the nervous system settle
Let the breath return to flow
Let the body find its center
In a pace it comes to know
No decisions in this moment
No conclusions formed in fire
Just the space to feel the feeling
As it moves through and rewires
There are ways I choose to live
Ways I meet and ways I give
Voices soft and hearts aware
Energy that feels like care
Anger rising, sharp and fast
Something from another past
Seen and felt and understood
Met with truth of what feels good
Can a boundary shaped in light
Honor both the day and night?
Can a path divide or blend
Without needing to defend?
Is this ending? Is this change?
Is this love in wider range?
Is this space a healing ground
Where a deeper truth is found?
Are we mirrors in this place
Helping hidden wounds find grace?
Does this open something new
In the space between me and you?
How do I protect this heart
While keeping every part
Open to what still is true
Open to me, open to you
Space becomes a place to land
Choice now resting in the hand
In this pause, a deeper art
Space itself can hold the heart
Hmmm…
Some paths widen
Some paths part
Space still holds
This open heart
