Healing is not a straightened line, But a path we walk, a moment in time. It shapes our essence, our trials, our tears, A journey of lifetimes, across many years.

In this single life, we must choose, To transmute the pain, to find the hues. Of light and shadow, we hold within, Choosing grace where fear has been.

Every emotion, a gift to embrace, Love and acceptance, the threads we trace. The human form, a vessel divine, A chance to align, to heal, to shine.

We stand in this world with purpose grand, To bridge the divide with a gentle hand. To rise, uplift, and vibrate higher, To burn with love, an eternal fire.

One lifetime, one chance, we hold this key, To heal the world and set hearts free. With kindness and grace, we shift our fate, Creating harmony, it’s never too late.

stream of consciousness 24th of January 2025 by jacque