Dear You (?)

A Letter for the Soul That Forgot Its Light

by Yohanes Kabes

I. The Darkness that Grew Roots

You are magnificent — do you know that?
I saw you once cast away from the main tree that held you,
a branch thrown into the darkness from the moment you accepted who you are.
But they never realized that even in the darkness
there is always a place for roots to reach deeper,
until you rise again to touch the light before the world’s eyes.

In silence and solitude, the universe still comforts you.
Even in the farthest and loneliest places,
the universe keeps guiding you, shaping you,
until you become extraordinary.

Do not call yourself imperfect —
you are whole, made of both shadow and light.
You are part of the universe,
and the universe needs darkness to remain in perfect balance.
And so do you.

I have seen you dance among the flames,
carrying your pain and wounds so that no one else would.
I have seen you dance through the storm,
stumbling yet still moving with grace.
You are a resilient soul. You are special.

Do you know?
Those who were never meant for you came only to teach you
that the values within you — love, sincerity, loyalty, purity of spirit, honesty —
are far too precious to give to the wrong people.
Even God never wanted that.

So if you have been hurt, be grateful —
because in the end, the pain taught you your worth,
and through the guidance of the universe,
you’ve learned to whom your heart truly belongs.

II. The Healing that Became Love

I know you are waiting.
Perhaps even to the point where you feel like giving up.
You and I have both been wounded —
by love, by rejection, by invisibility,
and by those who came only to mirror
the unhealed parts of ourselves.

I have always prayed that my past wounds
no longer shape the way I see love —
that I will not turn what is meant to be sacred and spiritual
into a need for control,
just to soothe the unworthiness planted in me
by those who failed to see my light.

And I know you might be struggling too —
caught between the desire to love fully
and the fear of losing yourself within it.

But believe me,
the universe never teaches us to stop loving.
It only teaches us to love with awareness, not with wounds.
To give without losing ourselves.
To receive without clinging.
To understand that true love doesn’t come to fix us —
it comes to accompany the process of our healing.

So when the night feels heavy
and you feel like you are not enough,
remember this:
you are learning to become your highest self.
You are not broken —
you are being restored by a higher love.

III. The Dance Between Souls

I want, when the universe finally brings us together,
to have become the soul you can come home to —
a place where your spirit can rest
after all the chaos and dazzling lights
that have exhausted you on your soul’s mission.

I don’t want to be someone who needs to control,
nor a mirror for your ego to adore,
nor a shelter for your fears of loss.

I just want to be a space that flows with the universe,
following the divine current that knows
how to mature the heart —
even in the most sacred thing of all: love.

I am a healer who was once shattered to the lowest depths.
And I could never be a healer again
until I first learned to heal myself.

IV. The Quiet Truth of Love

You don’t have to die,
just to speak through your heart in million words,
because I can already feel you deep in my heart.

You don’t need to make a sound to catch my attention,
for you are the sweetest uproar
between me and silence.

Even the birds in the sky are waiting for us
to dance our way into the heavens,
impatient to celebrate our love.

So —
if it feels too heavy to say in words,
just let your heart sing through your moves.
Let your soul speak in the quiet tones,
where silence is the truth of love.

Let’s dance until the world shuts down,
forget the night, forget the dawn.
Leave behind all those colors, love —
black and white is us, all along.

May this letter find the one who needs it most —
for healing, for remembering, and for love.

_The Healer