THE MORNING POEM
Al-Andalus
THE MORNING POEM
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Al-Andalus
We often speak of the dark night of the soul as if it comes once, passes through us, and then gives way to light. But for those on the deeper path, it is not a singular event. It is a rhythm. A return.
Come now, aching heart, you have carried enough for one day.
The human body does not know what the word global means. It knows only near and far, safe and threatened, held and exposed.
Trauma is not only what happened — it is what the body could not release. When overwhelming experience is suppressed, it lingers in the nervous system, shaping how we feel, think, and live.