2025-07-19-2

Awakening is not a thunderclap,

Nor lightning’s sudden, blinding art—

It is the gentle, patient map

Unfolding softly in your heart.

It is not forging something new

From iron will or borrowed flame,

But peeling back the layers, true,

And letting go of borrowed names.

You are not the mask you wear,

Nor every fear you’ve ever known—

Awakening is learning where

You end, and where you’ve overgrown.

It is the slow, unhurried fall

Of autumn leaves from burdened trees,

The letting go, the shedding all

That keeps you from your own true ease.

Not changing who you deeply are—

But discarding shadows, doubt, and lies,

So what remains, a quiet star,

Can rise unhidden to the skies.

Awakening is not to strive

To be someone you’ve never met—

But to come home, at last, alive,

To the self you won’t forget.

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