The Song You Carry

You are both the instrument and the song. You are the living geometry of a sacred container, the resonant chamber through which creation flows.

Each breath is a bow across the strings of your being, each heartbeat a drum keeping the time of your remembering.

Your melody is not separate from you—
it is the river of your essence,
woven with sparks of a dream
older than this life.
It is shaped by the winds
you have walked through,
and the silences
that have shaped your soul.

The whole temple of your being is alive.

Candles burn on the altar of your heart—
through storm, through stillness,
in solitude and in shared time.

Even when you think you are quiet,
your song still moves.
Beneath the noise of the world,
your hum remains.

Every meeting, every touch, every exchange
is braided into the space by the harmonics you hold.

And in the depth of stillness—
when you lay down all doing,
and simply listen within—
you will hear it:

Your melody.
Ever-changing, yet unmistakable.

Your soul’s own song,
echoing through the breath you take,
here, now, always.

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