Higher Self

Honoring the Higher SelfThere is a voice within, soft as the breath of dawn, rising from places I’ve yet to see— a whisper in the silence, a pulse in the stillness.I’ve spent years in the weight of the world, arms outstretched to grasp what is fleeting, forgetting there is a wellspring within.In the quiet of moments where time suspends its rhythm, I hear the ancient echo: “Be still. Become.”Not the “you” shaped by the world, but the one whose roots run deeper, whose gaze pierces beyond the veil of doubt, of fear, into the radiant unknown.It is not a climb upward, but a return inward, to the light always burning, to the truth always known.So I lay down my striving, and offer my hands—empty, open— to the path that unfolds in its quiet wisdom.I will walk in alignment, not with the rush of this world, but with the steady beat of the soul’s rhythm.For when I honor what is sacred within, the higher self, I honor all.~HappyKB