Little Words of Encouragement

Language of the Cosmos🪐

In a living reality filled with chaos and uncertainty, it’s often the smallest words and quietest whispers that hold the greatest strength. Messages from above reach us through delicate voices, and only in hindsight do we recognize the powerful signals the Universe sends to guide our lives.

As we navigate life’s twists and turns, we may feel like lost children seeking divine guidance. Yet, if we pause and reflect, we realize we are surrounded by unseen forces and compassionate spirits. How can something as vast as the Universe be so poetic and subtle at the same time? It presents life as a beautiful puzzle to solve, never leaving us to fend for ourselves. It offers challenges for us to play and experience while sending hints of encouragement through unexpected souls along the way. What a wonderful game it plays!

These immortal whispers, though shared by mortals, serve as reminders of our inherent worth and the interconnectedness of all beings. As I put these thoughts to paper, I feel a deep gratitude for the subtle voices that have led me home time and again.

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It is the little words that keep you going
Even when you’re not knowing
It is the subtle whispers that make you strong
Encouraging you to carry on
The Universe moves in a funny mysterious way
The omnipresent play,
The script God works hard to keep in motion,
The favorite souls His Angels hustle to save.

Thought I was God’s least favorite kid
The bygone days, agony, so many
The lost hours, misery, oh plenty
Life, my existence -
Like a scratched record, pressured to fast forward
Just to realize now -
That God sent the fallen Angels
Just to realize now -
The unfolding of what was entangled
Just to realize now, hindsight -
That I’m still His beloved child.

Creation on Earth -
Tiny signs of ethereal animation
Delicate voices -
Understated vocals of inspiration
Soft and true -
Messages out of the blue
Entropic encounters -
That come as strangers
Benevolent strangers -
That come as surprise
Kind beings in disguise
Spirit guides -
Living souls with knowing eyes
Offering words -
Verbiage that damn saved my life
Words I so needed to hear
My heart -
Packed heavy with fear
Yet because of them words
No longer do I fear fear.

So amidst the troubled whispers -
Endless chaos in my head
Always comes genuine hums
Strange murmurs of celebration instead
Random perhaps, or maybe not?
A cosmic plot destined to be
So let me rant -
Borrowing sounds from vibrations out of reach
About distant voices, messages from above
Distant yet so near
Symbolic yet crystal clear
I begin to hear.

Voices you never heard -
Singing your chorus of truth
Faces you never met -
Putting a smile on your own
Hands that lifted you up -
Without ever touching you once
Invisible magic fingertips -
Weaving threads of courage
Stretching veins like webs
Expanding Anahata
Urging ways for new blood to surge -
It is Prana.

Like the song maker -
Whose written lyrics reached your heart
Before the melody even has a chance to start
Or the therapist -
Holding space for your unspoken pain to speak
Weeks after weeks
Whose face you’ll probably never meet
An old coworker -
Responding on demand
Never recalling your last name
Yet always extending a helping hand
Or the spiritualist -
Seeing your potential bright
Long before you can catch
A glimpse of your own light.

Divine timing -
Do I dare to ask?
Of course not
No I wouldn’t dare
For questioning God’s timing
Is simply not my flair
Yet I pray for someday
To be a stranger for you
Cause we all are each other’s clues
Sources of encouragement, too.
Blue Planet made known -
No one walks alone
Creation on Earth -
Tiny signs of ethereal animation
Cuddle Castle -
We’re all Teddy Bears guiding each other home.