open dyslexic mode

What if it’s okay to be fragile?
To falter, to soften, to come undone?
What if weakness is not a flaw to overcome but an opening,
a thinning of the veil where something more honest waits?

What if the cracks in your armor aren’t failures,
but small, necessary ruptures where light and dark can finally meet?
What if it’s here, in the trembling, the unguarded breath,
the bare unscripted ache, that truth begins its slow emergence?

There is, in the hush of this darkened corridor,
a delicate invitation:
to let the darkness hold you
as the womb holds the sleeping mystery,
nourished by what you cannot yet name,
turning in the slow, dark grammar of becoming.

And in that holding…
the layers unravel.

We come to see, with a kind of reluctant clarity,
how hard it is,
this simple letting.
How the body stiffens,
how the mind flinches from being carried by something it cannot control.
How we turn, again and again,
back toward the architecture of resistance,
because surrender feels like falling through a door with no floor.

The practiced strength,
the rehearsed stories of importance,
the scaffolding of self built brick by trembling brick,
all of it begins to loosen.

And then
what remains?

The raw, unpolished ache of being seen without pretense.
The awkward grace of letting go without knowing where you will land.
The small, almost imperceptible thread of sincerity
pulling you deeper into yourself,
past habit, past image,
into something quieter, more whole, and entirely new.

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