HOLY BURDENS TRUTH IS GRACE
Worker of Pathways Series
The Mythic Intro (Worker of Pathways)
Some creations come from effort.
Others come from alignment.
This one came through a doorway of color, sound, motion, breath, and asked to be witnessed.
HOLY BURDENS — TRUTH IS GRACE is a frequency piece, a trance song carried by ocean light, long black hair, and a small bird who insisted on being included.
The world turns, time moves forward, until someone reverses time and space, I carry a light with Sweetie bird by my side continuing to move forward.
It belongs here first, in this archive.
HOLY BURDENS
TRUTH IS GRACE
Oh…
Oh…
Don’t take the patience,
don’t take the peace.
Something in the silence
keeps rising out of me.
No need to feature,
no need to find
this gentle warning
keeps the truth aligned.
We are holy burdens,
we are friends.
We are broken pieces
that never end.
I don’t wanna be the one,
I don’t wanna be good.
Something shifts inside me
more than anyone understood.
No need to prove,
no need to see
the hidden stages
shape what we believe.
Guide me to center,
guide me to whole.
A bearer of distance,
a keeper of soul.
Mm… mm… mm…
Oh… mm…
Don’t talk of safety,
don’t talk of blame.
They are the ones
who fear what we became.
We are holy burdens,
we are friends.
I don’t aim to hurt,
I don’t think twice.
I’m just a heartbeat
beneath the stride.
Mm… mm… mm…
No need to soften,
no need to touch.
The thought inside us
is more than enough.
I feel the border,
I feel the gold.
I don’t need to worship,
I don’t need to hold.
Don’t think of pressure,
don’t think of fear.
Just breathe a moment
don’t disappear.
You were born tonight,
I’m born tonight.
The rhythm in my chest
is turning into light.
We are holy burdens,
we are friends.
I don’t break,
I don’t bend.
Not the way
the greys pretend.
Don’t say my name
like I’m the same
I’m not delicious,
I’m not your claim.
No need to grieve,
no need to turn.
The fire inside
already learned.
No need for pressure,
no need to flee.
The open ocean
is already me.
Mm… mm…
Oh… mm…
Don’t take the patience,
don’t take the peace.
Too late to find
what woke in me.
No need to picture,
no need to face
the truth inside
is its own grace.
Mm… mm…
Oh… mm…
WRITTEN, CREATED, EDITED BY
VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI
TRUSSELLI ART
OUTSTAGES CAFE ART STUDIO
copyright 2026
About the Creator
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
I am 76 year old California mythic storyteller blending lived truth, technology, and sovereign survival into multimedia art.
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