The Bridge from Me to You

Beneath the noise of days gone wild,
A silence waits, serene and mild—
A thread of truth, both near and far,
That binds us each to who we are.

Not just in mirrors do we see,
The shape of self, the mystery—
But in the wind, the breath we take,
The ripple every moment makes.

The hands we hold, the hearts we touch,
Reveal that we are part of much
More than our names, or skin, or roles—
We are the flame inside the coals.

And when at last we dare to turn
Within, where ancient embers burn,
A light ignites without disguise—
A dawn unveiled behind our eyes.

The world shifts form as we awake,
No longer lost in dreams opaque.
Connection pulses in each tree,
Each wave, each face, each memory.

To know thyself is not to part,
But to become the beating heart
Of all that lives, and all that grows—
The soul of stars, the rose that knows.

So still your mind and breathe it in—
The sacred voice, the hum within.
For self, once seen in wholeness true,
Becomes the bridge from me to you.

xoxo