Something stirred inside me I can’t say when it began A quiet shift, an opening Where light slips through the span
Not thunder, not a lightning strike No burning bush, no voice Just mornings when I notice more And stillness feels like choice
I’m waking to what was always there A bridge between my soul and sky The loving-kindness flowing down Teaching me to fly
The world looks different lately Or maybe I’ve just changed The sacred hiding in the small The ordinary rearranged
It’s gradual, this blooming No rushing, no demand Just petals slowly opening To energies more grand
I’m waking to what was always there A bridge between my soul and sky The loving-kindness flowing down Teaching me to fly
Something stirred And I am listening now…