Dear Reader, Dear Seer
I know you do not know me—
But that is not important.
For I am a reflection, an expression,
A life source of Being.
It does not matter
What color touches my skin,
How many cars rest in my driveway,
Or how much metal wraps around my wrist.
What matters is this:
I have found a peace
Rooted not in applause,
But in awareness.
Deep, pure,
Filled with love
And light.
Yes, I may be “successful”
By the world’s brittle metrics.
Degrees. Titles.
But I do not belong to the system
That built those cages.
I walk outside the constructs.
In the world—
But no longer of it.
I breathe.
In through the nose,
Out through the mouth.
Again and again,
I remember:
I am life itself.
I am how I speak to my brothers.
I am how I touch my sisters with my gaze.
I am the frequency I carry in silence.
This mind—
It has listened to stories,
Swallowed rules,
Digested shame,
Inhaled the fog of limitation.
But I say—No more.
This breath is a sword
Cutting through illusion.
This moment is freedom
Cracking open the sky.
To you reading this—
I hope you are giving yourself grace.
I hope you are feeding your body
The attention it longs for.
I hope your breath is not shallow.
I hope your thoughts are not cruel.
I hope you’re building space
Between who you were
And who you are becoming.
Zoom out.
Witness the becoming.
Feel it.
I love you.
Let’s rise.
Let’s remember.
Let’s speak life.