To My Future Self

You are not a fading echo,
nor the shadow of your youth.
You are the ripening fruit
of all that love and sorrow taught.

When your hands tremble,
may they tremble from tenderness—
from holding too much life,
not from fear of losing it.

Remember, the mind slows
only to let the heart catch up.
You will think more softly,
and see with kinder eyes.

Do not fear the mirrors—
they tell the story of survival,
of laughter lines and tear tracks
carved by grace, not by time.

Let the body be your chapel now,
its creases the sacred script
where God still writes in whispers:
You are growing whole, not old.

If you forget where you left your keys,
remember where you left your hope.
It still waits for you
in the quiet courage of the morning,
in the prayer that begins with breath.

Carry lightness like wisdom.
Let humor be your companion
and gratitude your final song.

For aging is not decline,
but the deepening of soul—
a slow unfolding into trust,
a returning to the Source
who has been waiting
all along.

 

To My Future Self

Explore this theme in three different formats—each offering a unique way to reflect and engage:

📄 Article (Approx. 5 minutes): https://lifespring-wholeness.blogspot.com/2025/11/to-my-future-self.html

🎧 Audio (1:46 minutes): https://youtu.be/8MmhkF8cXEg

🎥 Video (1:11 minutes): https://youtu.be/p9YP_YuqWS4

🎥 Video Poem Explained (5:24 minutes): https://youtu.be/1YB5lF6LAk0

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