Here, You Are

(A Temple Threshold Blessing)

Here, you are not asked to rise.

You are already high enough.

You are already whole.

Here, the air does not press—

it sings softly into your bones,

like something that has waited

since before your first breath.

This is not the start of your journey.

This is where the journey comes to rest.

The colors remember your name.

The walls have no edges.

The silence is stitched with your story.

Here,

you are not a visitor. You are the echo.

You are the light that returned to greet itself.

Welcome, beloved.

You are the temple you were always seeking.

XO, Mitra Solara