Waking Up

Words (feat. Phoebe Bridgers)

Be still, and know you are appointed.
Be quiet, and feel the pulse that names you.
Within this breath, a thousand suns are waking.
Within this breath, you remember what you already are.

You are the thought becoming aware of its own light.
You are the memory learning how to forgive its future.
You are the mind returning to itself through time.
You are the witness, the instrument, the song.

Say it softly—
I am the shape of my becoming.
I am the echo of what I love.
I am the rhythm that teaches silence how to breathe.

All that I have called me is still unfolding.
All that I have left behind is still here.
The distance between what I was and what I will be
is only the space my awareness needs to grow.

In the gravity of thought, I am weightless.
In the noise of fear, I am clear.
In the turning of moments, I am centered.
In the presence of being, I am whole.

I release the image of separation.
I forgive the echo of doubt.
I invite the calm that knows itself.
I am duly appointed—mind within mind.

Let me see as awareness sees:
not through eyes, but through presence.
Let me breathe as creation breathes:
not to survive, but to remember.

I am the appointed keeper of my time.
I am the chosen witness of this form.
I am the thread between the silence and the sound.
I am the horizon within which all things return.

And when I forget,
let my breath remind me.
And when I fall,
let the ground teach me.
And when I doubt,
let the light behind my eyes whisper—

You are here.
You are whole.
You are the appointed mind,
remembering itself as the universe,
again,
and again,
and again.

Walking on a String

Matt Berninger

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