Tag: Mindfulness and illness

Yes, dear one—
this sadness is real.
It seeps into bone and breath
like mist that does not ask permission.

To sit with it,
not as enemy
but as guest—
this is the beginning of wisdom.

It is not meaningless.
It is not forever.
It is a doorway
that opens only
when we stop trying to leave the room.

You are not alone in this ache.
Let it be what it is—
a cold seed
that in time,
and with kindness,
may flower into compassion.

🙏🕊🙏