Sacred Pause

In the stillness of the night, a whisper calls,
a sacred plea from within ancient walls
your body, a temple carved from divine clay,
speaks in murmurs, though you push it away

The grind, the race, the ceaseless demand,
leaves weary footprints across the land
but heed this truth carved deep in your chest:
If you don’t choose rest, it will choose you—unimpressed

A storm will rise within your veins,
a chaos birthed from ignored pains
muscles will ache, thoughts will blur,
until the world spins in a dizzying stir

Yet, there is grace in the sacred pause,
a mystical rhythm that defies all laws
close your eyes, surrender the fight,
let the darkness cradle you in healing light

Breathe in deeply, the universe’s balm,
exhale your worries, and return to calm
each breath a prayer, each sigh a hymn,
to honor the temple that lies within

For the soul must drink from the well of peace,
to rise renewed, its vigor released
seasons shift, and the journey demands,
but strength is found in rested hands

So lay down your burdens, let the world wait,
the stars will align, and the universe will abate
for in rest, you find your eternal spark,
a light to guide you through the dark

Heal, replenish, let slumber embrace,
reclaim your power, your sacred space
for tomorrow dawns with a brighter hue,
and the world is waiting for the radiant you–

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