Anahata Heart In Bloom

There’s a place in the center of me…

soft green light, steady and deep.

Not loud. Not rushed.

Just open.

And it says—

I can forgive…

even when it still aches.

I can soften…

even when I was taught to harden.

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Anahata…

open my chest like a door in spring.

Let love be the simplest thing.

Not earned… not chased… just here.

Just clear.

Anahata…

teach me to stay with what’s real—

joy, even when I feel.

Compassion, even when I fail.

Love… even when I tell myself not to.

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There’s a rhythm in empathy…

like standing in someone else’s weather

without losing your own sky.

And gratitude—

it doesn’t shout.

It just… notices.

That I’m still here.

Still able to give.

Still able to receive.

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Anahata…

soft green flame in the center of it all.

I don’t have to rise by standing tall.

I rise by opening.

By letting life in.

Anahata…

where acceptance finally learns my name.

Where nothing in me has to be ashamed.

Only understood.

Only held.

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And forgiveness…

it isn’t forgetting.

It’s unclenching the heart

one breath at a time.

Until it feels like space again.

Like sky again.

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So I stay here…

not perfect, just present.

A heart learning

how to be endless

without breaking.

Anahata…

I’m listening.