This love is not a passing feeling,
not a sweetness that drifts in and out like a shy breeze,
nor a momentary peace that settles only to rise again.
It is the fiery, relentless force
that keeps the stars from falling out of the sky,
the hidden engine of every heartbeat,
the ancient music that refuses to stop singing.

And so we step into the turning of the year:

New Year,
New sensations,
New chances,
Same dreams,
Fresh starts.

Let the fire within you burn brighter than the sun that rises.
Let the dreams you’ve carried through every season
unfurl their wings at last.
Let every chance find you ready,
every sensation awaken you,
every beginning bless you.

May this be the best year ever,
a year where love moves through you like a cosmic wind that knows exactly where to go. ❤️🙏

©️ Beatriz Esmer