03/10/2026
Sleep Within the Sacred Flow
Hush now,
little daughter of breath and bone.
Lay your weary thoughts upon my skin.
I am the river who remembers you.
Close your eyes.
Let your hair drift like dark reeds
through my quiet current.
I will carry what troubles you
downstream,
far from the place where your heart rests.
Sleep, child.
The night bends low to listen,
and I sing the old songs
songs older than stone,
older than the first footprint
pressed into the mud of the world.
Do not fear the depth.
I hold you the way Earth holds the roots,
the way sky holds the moon.
My arms are cool,
but my spirit is warm around you.
Dream without weight.
No harm can find you here.
The current circles you gently,
a cradle woven of moving light.
Rest now.
I am the path and the protection.
I am the voice beneath your breathing.
Sleep,
and know that the river keeps watch.
🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊️Poem: Piahn
Readings By Roxy
