IMMIGRANT SOULS

We crossed a border we no longer remember,
from countries of light and shadow
whose names have burned away.

Our first homeland lingers
like a half-forgotten melody
threading through dreams,
through sudden longings
for a horizon we have never seen
and somehow recognize.

The first pulse of awareness
has never stopped beating.
It follows us through lifetimes,
a quiet drum in the dark,
reminding us that origin
is not a place we left behind,
but a presence that travels with us.

Long ago, that first awakening
flung us forward
into landscapes of the unknown,
radiant and brutal,
ecstatic and wounding,
each encounter carving
a face, a voice, a signature,
for what we call the soul.

And when a self at last
feels fully formed,
the mystery loosens its seams again.
We dissolve.

We begin once more
without a name, without a map,
yet holding in our unseen hands
every tool we need
to chisel another, and another, self
from the stone of possibility.

What now?
Where is the next shore?
Who must I become
to cross to it?

These questions never end for me.
They are constellations,
reappearing as soon as I arrive.

No matter how much I uncover,
the path bends away again,
a corridor of unopened doors,
new rooms of self and soul
waiting in the dark.

The universe is endlessly willing
to lean in and whisper
its secrets and its fierce insights,
if I am willing to travel
with my fear beside me
instead of behind.

I will not have everything I need
at the outset.
I cannot.

Only by walking into the unnamed,
shaking hands with its terrors,
can I discover the inner provisions
I carried all along.

I arrived here seeded
with infinite possibilities.

The blueprint of a life
is not etched in granite.
It is wet clay,
warming in our hands.

We are invited again and again
to re-create the shape
of our irrepressible divinity.

This is your first and deepest birthright:
to evolve, to adapt, to reimagine,
not only as the world demands it,
but as your soul desires it.

You are an immigrant of the stars,
and every breath is permission
to begin your life
all over again.

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