Whispered on the edge of dawn,
a single word, soft yet strong—
Yes, it rises like the first light,
breaking the shadows that bind,
an invocation to the sacred within
Yes to the storm,
it howl, its cleansing rage
Yes to the quiet,
the stillness that cradles your breath
Yes to the fire that burns,
revealing your truest shape
When you say yes to you,
the rivers remember their course
Mountains bow in reverence,
and the stars align in a celestial dance.
The universe, a mirror, reflects
your courage, your grace, your truth
Yes to the scars—
maps of battles survived.
Yes to the dreams—
those whispers of divinity
Yes, to the wild unknown—
the place where magic brews
In this yes, you are priestess and altar,
cosmic and rooted,
ancient and new
You summon the flow of life itself,
each moment bending to your will,
each breath a hymn to your becoming
Say yes to the ache,
the longing that stretches you wide.
Say yes to the joy,
a tide that carries you home
Say yes to you—
and watch as the world blooms in response
For in your yes lies the key,
the sacred syllable that unlocks
the gates of all that you are
Yes
And everything flows–
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