This panic,
This overwhelm,
The escapes into distraction,
Clutching your pearls,
Grasping tighter to the collapsing prison,
Sacrificing the vulnerable,
It’s all by design—
The design of fear.
Don’t give in.
These times are here
To birth us—
Our focus, our power,
The power of Love,
The power of Truth,
The power of Beauty.
Don’t look away from the mirror.
You are not the reflection.
Let all appearances fall,
Let conditional performances fade
Feel it—
The pull of your prayers.
You were born for these times,
You have much to offer
To pour into the present,
To reconcile past and future debts
To do what you came to do:
Share your scent of love.
Roar first, if you must.
Clear your throat.
Then sing—
Sing sanity into this madness
Pour
Pour your vital libation,
And may every forgotten seed
Burst into life.
These times are no accident.
Evolve beyond revolution.
Spiral from reactivity
Into Sacred Responsibility—
To Love,
To Truth,
To Beauty,
To life.
To your life.
To the interconnected web.
This panic is by design.
Give into Love.
Give into Space.
One breath at a time,
Root into your body,
Into Earth.
Prioritize.
We are here for the long haul.
