
30/07/2025
Some evenings bring a quiet heaviness
a stirring beneath the surface,
a need to release.
Old feelings and habits rise
like smoke from a long-held fire.
I let them go now.
There is no need to carry
what has already passed.
What remains
stays to be witnessed
so I breathe with them,
not against them.
I meet them with compassion
and let them pass.
I am not lost.
I return to myself
in all of my perfect imperfections
with softness,
with breath,
with quiet grace.
Let the night receive
all that is ready to be set down.
Pō mārie.
xx