How does your faith speak of what you are?

Poetry, divine feminine, mysticism

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No words, just you.

Stripped of ghost voices,

Freed in the silence of meeting your peace.

Don’t say a word about this.

Just be with it.

Just be in IT.

That quiet voice inside

Is here to strip you,

Of your doubt-dust.

To feel your own melody,

With more silence, and less words,

This is the sound of your faith.

Can you find her?

She won’t be found.

Only remembered,

She is You.

Dare lose your doubt,

To know your faith.

Give the doubter up.

The one who’s lost,

Looking for someone else’s faith to find her own.

Call off the search.

Breathe now.

Do you smell her?

She is right here.

Where she has always been.

She has never left.

She cannot be found.

Only remembered in

Your silence,

That you are,

Your own Faith.

Don’t say a word about this.

Just be with her.

Just be in Her.

There is nothing else.

Just this.

Don’t say a word about it.

Just be with it.

Just be in it.

Become It.

Cracked, and filled,

With silent faith,

As you are,

When all the doubt-dust is gone.

Don’t say a word about this.

Just be with this.

Just be Her now.