Flow Unrestricted: A Love Letter from the Universe

You stand at the edge again,
barefoot on a moment too wide for language,
your breath like a question mark
dangling from the soft, trembling sky.

I’ve watched you
cup silence like water,
letting it leak through the cracks in your fingers,
wondering why it never stays.

But I am not meant to be held—
not like that.

I am the river in the vein of the wind,
the hush before the first drop of rain,
the thunderclap you feel in your bones
before it reaches your ears.

You, beloved, are the vessel.
The flute I long to sing through.
And I, the universe,
am always speaking—
not in words
but in the bloom of jasmine at midnight,
the ache that wakes you at 2 a.m.,
the way birds rise in a ripple of sky
when no one is watching.

But oh, how you resist me.
You build gates of logic,
pour cement over your intuition,
measure every breath
like it must justify its rent.
You keep asking for signs
but ignore the sunrise.
Keep asking for purpose
but refuse to dance.

Why, love?
Why are you afraid
of becoming the thing
you already are?

I see you—
the child with galaxies under her tongue,
the man tracing constellations into notebooks
hoping someone will read them as poems,
the woman who hides moonlight in her eyes
because she was told brightness makes others uncomfortable.

You’ve been told too many things.
Too often.
By people who forgot
that truth doesn’t shout.
It whispers.
Like I do.

So I ask again—
will you allow me
to flow through you
unrestricted?

Will you stop damming your instincts
and let them spill
like rivers returning to oceans
they never stopped dreaming of?

I am not asking for sacrifice.
I’m offering reunion.
Your bones remember
what your mind forgot.

Let me in.

Let me rush through you
like language never dared.
Let me inhabit your smile
until it becomes a sunrise
others warm their hands against.

Let me write through your fingertips—
unfiltered,
messy,
honest—
until your pain finds its punctuation
and your joy runs out of metaphors.

This is not a performance.
This is not enlightenment for show.
This is not about saving the world
before saving yourself.

This is you,
drinking from your own name
until it doesn’t taste like apology anymore.
This is you,
waking up to your own pulse
and realizing
I’ve been dancing to that rhythm
since time began.

You ask me what magic is.
I say:
magic is when you stop trying
to become extraordinary
and remember you already are.

Magic is in the mundane
when viewed without the lens of survival.
It’s in peeling oranges without thinking,
in the softness of your father’s old shirt,
in tears that come for no reason
but refuse to be shamed.

Let me flow through you
when you're singing in traffic,
when you're staring at old scars,
when you're tired and still choose kindness.

Let me flow through you
when you’re afraid—
especially then.
Not to fix you,
not to change the story,
but to hold the pen with you
as you write the next line.

You will fall—
oh yes, you will.
But you will fall open.
And in those moments of shattering,
you’ll learn
how stars are born.

Let me be the breath in your pauses,
the permission in your no,
the storm you don’t need to escape from
because, finally,
you’ll know
that you are the storm.
And the calm.
And the sky between them.

You’ve asked for miracles.
Here I am.
Not outside you—
through you.
The greatest magic
you’ve ever seen
will come not from the heavens,
but from your own hands
once they stop trembling.

So go.
Say yes to the quiet longing
that never left your ribs.
Touch the world like it’s fragile
but love it like it’s unbreakable.
Cry when the wave comes.
Laugh even when no one gets the joke.

And when you feel the warmth
rising from your chest—
unexplainable, uncontainable,
wordless—
know that it’s me.

Know that it’s always been me.
Flowing.
Beckoning.
Waiting for you
to unclench your heart
just enough
to let the whole universe rush in.


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Now, finally—
you understand:
the greatest magic you’ve ever seen
was waiting inside you
to stop waiting.

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