Rest, so you may rise.

Not as a phoenix, all flame and fury,
but as a soft breath of dawn;
quiet, steady, unyielding and knowing.

Rise! Not because the world demands it, but because you taste the air of becoming.

Let the stars hold your fears.
Let them shimmer with your doubts,
so in their fading, you will see the light.

Rest, and remember: this pause is not defeat—

It is the dowsing of storms,
the stillness before new creation.
It is the inhale before the shout of surrender that shakes the very heavens of renewal.

Rest so you may rise.