Breathe when the morning rises

Breathe as the morning rises, Let your quiet thoughts unfold; It’s the silence that revises Every weight your hands still hold. Every dog can read your entrance In the softness of your eyes; If your calm becomes your presence, Then your burdens lose their size. And the world becomes a mirror Of the truth you keep inside; If your heart is growing clearer, Then your center opens wide. Every choice, every intention Shapes the life you’re meant to lead; Step by step you find direction, Learning all you truly need. In the end, life is the teacher— With no pressure, no demand; Just the quiet, sacred feature Of your heart that guides your hand. In the end, life gently whispers, No control, no expectation… It is simple, pure, and timeless: Listening to your heart’s vibration. Breathe as dawn awakens, Let the storm inside grow still; For silence is the maker Of unbreakable inner will. The guardians at your doorway— Every dog who knows your name— Read your calmness in a heartbeat, Turning burden back to flame. And the space becomes a mirror Of the fire that you ignite; If your heart remains in truth, Then your center shines with light. Every intention chosen Shapes the path beneath your feet; Steps that open ancient doors Where soul and purpose meet. For in the end, life is the teacher— Silent, steady, without force; Learn to hear the heart within you, And you’ll never lose your course. In the end the heart is calling, No command and no constraint; Just a voice that rises softly Like a hymn for every saint.