Anything that is not love
is only a visitor to your body.

You are not anxious,
stress is simply flowing through you.

You are not permanently depressed,
sadness is simply visiting you.

You are not lost,
confusion is simply wandering within you.

And you are not broken,
pain is simply passing through you.

Words by Tahlia Hunter

Inspired by the poem by Rumi “This being human
is a guesthouse”💞

The image is “Whispers of Gaia” by Laura Gallmeyer. It blends humanity with nature’s forms and colors, representing the aurora of consciousness.