By Choitalyk Ruman

They say the world has lost its rhythm,
But perhaps the truth is simpler
The Divine whispers only in quiet hearts,
And few remember how to listen.

Step away from the storm, beloved,
Not in fear, but in remembrance.
Guard your peace as you would guard a prayer,
Let your breath be your rosary,
Each inhale; a return to the Beloved.

In the dance of endless hours,
Be the still flame that does not waver.
The world may rush and roar around you,
Yet your soul was not made of noise,
It was woven from silence and light.

Find beauty in the broken clay,
For even shattered cups
Still hold the scent of tea once poured.
Be gentle with your becoming,
Even dust knows its way back to God.

To stay whole is not to be unshaken,
But to soften like rain on weary soil,
To rest in trust, to breathe in surrender,
To let the noise of the world fade
Into the divine hush of your being.

And in that stillness,
You will remember,
You were never apart,
Only asleep in the heart of Love.

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