As a new year approaches
allow yourself to stretch into greatness,
not through strain,
but the way dawn opens
without announcing its beauty.

Let your spirit lengthen,
like silk drawn from the spiral of a cocoon,
each thread remembering
it was never meant to stay contained.

Kneel, if only inwardly —
devotion begins there,
in the calm consent to be
shaped by what loves you.

Let time loosen its hold;
an old calendar exhales,
dies, memories pale,
releasing you back to breath.

Light enters through unnoticed doors;
the curve of a morning cup,
the hush before sleep,
the moment you step forward.

Stretch beyond the geometry of fear,
beyond the inherited limits,
beyond the small begs
you learned to whisper.

There is a larger vow now
waiting in your chest —
a knowing written in warmth,
a faith that does not force.

Let the coming year find you
elongated with truth,
spine aligned with wonder,
hands hardy enough to receive fire
without any burning.

And when the year turns —
may it not merely change,
but reflect you
standing taller in your own light,
finally shaped

for what you came here to become.