Words like fireflies,
Dancing in the dusk,
A whispered question,
“Are you showing up?”
Ink bleeds a map,
Across the soul’s terrain,
“Do you have the energy?”
Echoes in the rain.
But a spark ignites,
“Do something, every day,”
A seedling’s struggle,
Reaching for the ray.
“Don’t force the spirit,
It’s already within,”
A wildflower blooming,
Where the light has been.
“The land is in you,”
A mantra, soft and low,
Mountains of longing,
Rivers where tears flow.
“Embrace the wild heart,”
The wolf’s howl in the night,
Ancient rhythms beating,
In the pale moonlight.
“Home is in your heart,”
A sanctuary’s embrace,
Where the weary soul finds,
A quiet, resting place.
Turmoil may bury,
The land’s heartbeat deep,
But awakening echoes,
Stirring from its sleep.
A giant remembers,
The pulse of the earth,
The stars ancient rhythm,
A glorious rebirth.
No resurrection needed,
Just a rekindled flame,
Coming alive, truly,
Utterly, without shame.
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