It feels like a whisper in my heart
A tingling up my spine
Fire made flesh
A deep knowing
A process
Of unlocking
Living wisdom
Within my cells
What has felt like learning
Has really been
Discovering
Remembering
Becoming
All that I already know
All that I already am
Across all lifetimes
A treasure trove of lives
All existing
Weaved together
Within
Beneath
Beyond
We are infinite
Can you feel it? The stars dancing beneath your skin?
We are entering sovereign communion with all that is
A remembrance of wings forgotten
Footsteps that have paved many roads before us
In this world
And in lands beyond
We are remembering who we were
And who we are
Married
Coming home with lightness and purpose
Ignited
In a time that feels like the end
And the beginning
All at once
This is what we came for
About the Creator
Melissa Faith
Writing has gifted me so much. It has held me. Brought me solace through suffering. It has built me a bridge back to myself.
I hope within my pages, within my weaving of words, you may also find a gift.
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