what it means when we thud

The wild waves of your story crashed against mine. In a drop, I saw your depth, and tasted the tangled purity of hope, salted by pain.

Beyond your sound, I heard our sameness.
It is deafening.

It thuds.

It is a splash of all the right words, said in just the right way.  It is a mantra born from a language we all speak before we speak anything at all.

Listen, when you are able.

Let it flow through you and carry the truth to your whole ocean:

I hear you.  I see you.  I am on your team. 



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