Morning Tonic for the Temple

                                                Alham dullilah. Some Dreams do come True.
 

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Morning Tonic for the Temple
— a sacred ritual of healing and intention

Before the rush of day begins,
I greet the morning with a quiet offering—
A teaspoon of Apple Cider Vinegar,
sharp and wise as an old healer.
A tablespoon of raw Honey,
golden and kind, like the mercy of a friend.
All stirred gently into warm water,
not too hot, so as not to break the blessing.

Now, I add a dash of Pure Olive Oil,
pressed from ancient groves,
to anoint the body from within—
to soothe, to lubricate,
to cleanse the passageways of thought and flesh.

This is not just a drink.
It is a niat, a vow of self-care.
A remembering.
That this body is borrowed.
That this breath is a gift.
That healing begins not in the medicine,
but in the intention to serve the soul.

And as I sip,
I listen—
perhaps to the Mystical Oud,
perhaps to the sound of my own stillness,
as the elixir warms my center
and whispers:
You are loved. You are returning. You are light.