A quiet reading
It’s the oldest story we tell, Two souls orbiting each other, Barely touching, Until one bends, And the space between them collapses. We have known this dance for lifetimes, The one where we fear, And then fall, And in the falling, We find something we didn’t know we were missing.
Isn’t it strange, How we resist the very thing that heals us? How love arrives not as we imagined, But as a mirror that shows us All the places we have yet to grow. And when we bend, When we surrender, We discover that love is not a destination, But a transformation.
Two souls, scared, Neither one prepared, And yet, here we are. We change, Not because we are forced to, But because love demands it. It asks us to soften, To open the parts we’ve kept hidden, To see beauty in the places we thought were broken. And in doing so, We become.
This tale, As old as time, Is the rhythm of the universe. It pulls us together, Not to complete us, But to remind us That we are already whole, Even in our fragility. Love is the song we are all learning to sing, And as we bend, As we change, We find that the melody was within us all along.
Take a moment before choosing what comes next.
“It’s the oldest story we tell,
Two souls orbiting each other,
Barely touching,
Until one bends,”
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This curated edition is shared as personal artistic expression, not medical, financial or relationship advice. Sacred names and traditions are approached with respectful poetic or devotional context.
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