Inner Community

Within you lives a community.

Voices of memory.
Ancient teachings.
Fears that built careful walls.
Rules meant to keep you safe.

Beliefs that once carried you
across uncertain ground.

And beneath them all —

A quiet foundation.

Joy.

Not loud.
Not emotional.
But steady —
Like a flame that does not flicker
when the winds of thought rise.

You may lose yourself
among inner arguments.
Among inherited truths.
Among the ache of personal history.

You may forget
what hope feels like.

Yet it waits.

The hope of wholeness.
The remembering of One.

No matter your private unrest.
No matter the communal noise within you.

There is a dream
still breathing —

To open every chamber of the heart
without defense.

To allow unending Love
to move freely.

To allow unending Joy
to rise —

Not from outside,
but from the center

Where all parts of you
are already gathered —

As One.

It waits for you.

© Todd Greenberg - 06/29/25