🪷🪷🪷 Light is rising through the smoke, gold touches the eyes of stone. Nothing remains… but that’s the dance, waves return, then come again. The sun forgets, the moon forgives, we’re all born from the same refrain. (Re-naaahhhhhh… borrrrrn…) The mind’s a lake at morning light, don’t stir it with too many dreams. Let it shine with what is true, and flow with what it seems. I greet what comes, I bow, I breathe, I let go what’s meant to go. In silence there’s a melody, in stillness, rivers flow. I am wind, I am clay, I am the leaf that falls— but every fall’s a step to fly again. (Re-naaahhhhhh… borrrrrn…) The forest hums inside my chest, its roots and birds invite me home. The smallest things now shine the most, I see the stars in dust and stone. Freedom hums beneath my feet, the ground sings soft and true. The earth remembers who I am, and whispers back, “So do you.” I am wind, I am clay, I am the leaf that falls— but every fall’s a step to fly again. (Re-naaahhhhhh… borrrrrn…) I am wind… I am clay… I am the river’s skin. In every step that meets the dust, I am life. I am truth. (Re-naaahhhhhh… borrrrrn…) May the dust remember me… as I remember the stars. 🪷🪷🪷
