This stillness is not empty.
It is full—
Full of mystery, renewal, and soft power.

I am not broken.
I am becoming.
I am returning to the ancient rhythm that lives in my blood,
the song the moon still sings to me each month.

Every ache, every pulse,
is a drumbeat calling me inward,
into deeper knowing,
into sacred presence.

At this moment, I release what no longer serves me.
Old stories, tired expectations, silent weight—
I bleed them into the Earth.

I trust this softness.
I trust this slowness.
I trust myself.

I am both the seed and the soil.
The shedding and the beginning.
The mystery and the light.

I do not need to *do*
I only need to *be*.
And in my being—there is power.

Breathe in…
I feel myself softened…
Breathe out…
I feel myself rooted

I am held.
I am enough.
I am divine.

This is my prayer honoring this soft power..

Karin Sabrina