JAI ON EARTH — A Space for Minds That Matter

a poem for the mind at rest
You do not have to be the storm
to prove that you have weathered things.
Sometimes the bravest thing you do
is set your armor down and breathe.
Your mind is not a battlefield —
though it has known its share of war.
It is a room that can be opened,
aired and swept and bright once more.
Let yourself be slow today.
Let the thoughts drift through like clouds —
you are not what passes over you,
you are the sky that holds them all.
Be gentle with the parts of you
still learning how to find their way.
Healing doesn’t arrive in a rush —
it comes the way the morning does.
So rest here now, in the quiet between.
You are enough. You are still here.
And like still water holding light —
you reflect more beauty than you know.