Sielun Laulu is a piece that speaks to those whose souls feel weathered by expectations, and whose minds feel stripped bare by the endless winds of influence

It’s an invitation to step onto our own stage, to stand in the mud, and to play the song that is ours alone:

Cloaked and still, I stand upon a box—a makeshift stage—grasping a trumpet. I am not yet playing; I am only beginning to discover the music within

To my left, three leafless trees stretch into the misty distance, representing the body, mind, and soul—essentials that lie barren when left untended, when molded by hands other than my own

The field around them is filled with withered roses, a reflection of my essence fading when not nurtured, overshadowed by the weight of another’s expectations

Yet, to my right, a few red roses persist, vibrant amidst the decay. They are remnants of authenticity, small fragments of my true self that survive despite the mud. These roses remind me that beneath the layers of neglect, my unique beauty and strength remain, waiting to bloom if I am brave enough to reclaim them

Sielun Laulu is an invitation I extend to you, a call to unearth the hidden song within, to awaken the self that has been silenced

It reminds us that true freedom lies not in perfection but in embracing the muddy, raw path toward self-authorship. It challenges us to lift the trumpet and play our life’s song, a melody that only we can compose—imperfect, yet resonant with our soul’s voice.

This visual song is a reminder that you are both the musician and the composer of your journey; that within the mud lies fertile ground for beauty to emerge

It is time to breathe life into the silent notes and let your soul sing!

Sielun Laulu.🌹

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