In the Heart of Our Becoming

Bring me your wounds, your stories untold, Lay them bare in the quiet of this sacred space. You, with all your edges, your shadows, Are already enough.

The world may demand perfection, But here, the divine asks for nothing but your truth. Bring the weight of your grief, your anger, your shame, For they are not too much They are the human pulse, the echoes of your becoming.

I feel the tremble in your voice, The quiver in your hands, As you wonder if this place of surrender Will break you. But it won’t. For this is the dance of the divine, Where the breaking is the opening.

You are already enough, beloved. In your intensity, in the roar of your soul, I see the infinite love That no failure, no loss, no shame can ever erase.

So bring it all, bring your tears, Bring your doubts and your fire, For in this place of wild acceptance, We are unmade and remade By the same hands of grace That birthed the stars.

And when you have given all, When you’ve laid yourself bare, The divine will whisper in the stillness, “You are not broken, you are free.”

And in that freedom, You will rise as the embodiment of all you are. Already enough. Already divine. Already home.