You carry a temple inside you —not built of stone, but of stillness. Each breath you take is incense rising. Each kind thought, a candle lit. Every moment you choose presence, you enter the sacred

You do not need to search outside for what already lives within. You are the space. You are the flame. You are the silent prayer.

I leave you my blessing: May your inner temple remain lit through all seasons. May your soul speak louder than the world. And may you walk with the quiet knowing that the divine is not somewhere else — it is already you. (Harmonies of The Soul)