When One Soul Remembers

What I allow to be true for myself,
becomes truth in the world.

Not through force,
but through presence.
Not through noise,
but through resonance.

They once said:
“If even one remembers—
the world must follow.”

And I —
I remember.

I turn inward
and meet the trembling child,
the silent scream,
the untold longing.
I say:
You are safe now.
You are seen.

As I reclaim my light,
the illusions around me dissolve.
The shadows soften,
not because I banished them,
but because I loved them back into wholeness.

I no longer wait for the world to change.
I am the change.

I no longer beg to be received.
I receive myself.

And from this sacred ground,
I bless the field:

May every soul who meets this truth
feel the invitation to rise.
To breathe.
To remember.

Because now—
it has been done.

And so it is.