The Dreamer's Pen

In the stillness, something shifts,
A quiet pull, a gentle rift.
Not a break, but a soft release,
A letting go, a finding peace.

We don’t become someone new,
We shed the old, and feel what’s true.
Layers fall like autumn leaves,
A whispered dance, a soul that breathes.

It’s not loud, this quiet change,
No grand reveal, no need to arrange.
It’s in the moments no one sees,
In the space between the trees.

A soft surrender to the flow,
A letting go of all we know.
It’s not about what we could be,
But embracing what we’ve always been, beneath the sea.

In the stillness, we arise,
Not as strangers, but with open eyes.
A quiet becoming, slow and clear,
Returning to ourselves, year after year.

So we unfold, not in haste,
But in the silence, we make space.
For the truth that lives within,
A gentle spark, a quiet wind.