The fire does not need you. To dance in wild throes. Carving yourSelf to the bone. To show that you are good enough.
The waves do not need. To hear your stories. To carry you home.
We do not need. For you to weave us wonders. To be in our presence. What we need. Is you. That is all. That is plenty.
And when you lay down. The ache to prove. To do. To be who you think you were supposed to have been. It is time to close your eyes. And let yourSelf sink. Into the welcoming arms. Of the Mystery.
This is a song of rest. A call to the full brilliance of your being. We ask you. To find a moment. Just for you. And let yourSelf be. Without tying yourSelf. In tangles and knots. To show that you have done enough. Because rest is not a reward. For the work of life. It is a conduit. Of your essence. Of the fire. Without rest. There is nothing.
It is in rest. That you remember. The wholeness from where you came. Of who you are. It is how you settle into your being. It is where you are nourished. Fed. Healed.
Rest is where you find yourSelf. Rest is where you hear yourSelf. Rest is where you become yourSelf.
Do not fool yourself. Into thinking. That it must be ages of rest. For it to matter. Whatever you can offer yourSelf. Is mighty.
So give yourSelf. A breath. Let that breath fill your being. And for a moment. Lean back into our waiting arms. Know. That you are held. With love and fire~ The Sirens {the song will continue to be sung in small ways throughout the day. Fine it on Facebook, Instagram or over text. To receive the texts, text “hello to +1 (828) 202-8168 }