Scroll One
— 𖤓As Within
Maybe your thoughts are racing, or perhaps the world spins too loud today.
Breathe, my darling. You are safe here.
There is nothing you need to figure out right now.
You don’t even have to mentally grasp these words.
For you are held in the remembering.
Love, you found your way here.
Something beyond reason ushered you into this space.
A soft hush from within, a gentle turning.
A shimmer at the edge of perception.
And now, the glint of tiny white blooms
Delicate flowers rising from the undergrowth
A moment where everything folds inwards to reveal:
All is not as it seems in this world.
You were never separate.
Without beginning, nor end, all is glimmering and curving back on itself
The Möbius whisper; endless curving and becoming.
The story is not a perfectly punctuated line.
Our story is breath, always flowing into the next word.
The precious ink, presence, yours and mine.
This space, quiet and alive ~ holds the first scroll.
〄 A note from the dreamscape. If you’re here, you’ve already made it through more than you know. And this? This is just a breath. Not a task, not a test. Just a braeth. Take it, and stay awhile. The next scroll with wait. They always do for the brave ones 𖤐 —Jack