Morning Mantras Poem by Savva Emanon

Awake, dear soul, as the dawn softly calls,
Through the veil of the night, the light gently falls.
With whispers of purpose, the morning begins,
A sacred refrain from the depths within.

'I matter, ' you murmur, and the world leans to hear,
Your essence, a symphony, vibrant and clear.
In the arms of self-love, your heart finds its grace,
A radiant glow time cannot erase.

'I am worthy, ' the mantra, a steadfast decree,
An echo of truth in eternity's sea.
Your value, unshaken, stands tall as the sun,
A luminous thread in the weave just begun.

'I have a great purpose, ' the universe hums,
A celestial promise of what's yet to come.
Through beauty and abundance, you brightly shine,
A beacon of hope, both earthly and divine.

'I have a gift, ' you proclaim with pure might,
A treasure that dazzles in the soft morning light.
Your joy is your birthright, your spirit set free,
'I deserve to be happy, ' a bold, sacred plea.

With wisdom and courage, your journey unfolds,
'I am wise, I am learning, ' your story retold.
Intelligent thoughts, like rivers, take flight,
Guiding your path through shadow to light.

'I am healing, ' you chant, and the wounds start to mend,
'I am evolving, ' your anthem, the truth you defend.
Creating, manifesting, with heart open wide,
A life rich with wonder, your soul's chosen guide.

These mantras, like seeds, in your spirit now grow,
Morning's promise of love in your being bestows.
A better life rises, the dawn's sweet embrace,
Infused with your essence, your infinite grace.