Poem: True North

Patient and calm, I dwell in the embrace of wonder and awe, my dreams surfing and gliding through the ocean of my thoughts. No shadow of dusk can dim my vision, for everything I desire shines brightly as I gaze beyond the windowpane. Yet, here I wait, the hands of time resting gently on my shoulders, anchoring me in this moment. It’s not a cage but an infinite horizon, where my feet are free to wander, discover, and experience each flicker of light anew. Anchored yet liberated, I’m a soul adrift with no map to guide me, no roads to confine me—only a compass gently cradled in my hand, guided by my inner north star.

Poem: Sands of Time

In the heart of an hourglass, you stand surrounded by the steady flow of time. Each grain of sand washes over you gently, a whisper of your journey. Memories unfold like delicate petals, seen through the lens of an observer, perfectly balanced between what was and what now is.

Each grain tells a story of transformation, much like the sands that are washed ashore, tumbled, and welcomed into glistening light. Beneath your feet, these softened shards form a mosaic of healing, signaling the dawn of a new journey, ready to embrace the light of another day. This is the cycle of endings and beginnings, an awakening to an eternal vastness, every turn of your landscape unfolding anew.

Poem: Boundless Skies

Purity resides in the heart, running wild like a child where pirates roam and dragons soar. Life blossoms in the tiniest wonders: a blade of grass, a flower to pick, the sky to gaze upon. In this realm, freedom cascades through every breath, as the mind surrenders and no longer dictates. The field is wide and vast, stretching beyond sight, soaring above the trees. Here, you are the observer, voyager, explorer, and stargazer.

Limitations no longer bind you in the slavery of defeat; instead, they lift you to wonder, curiosity, and hope. As the false mirror crumbles, an unveiling and rebirth are witnessed, reclaiming a song long forgotten. You embody timeless truth, pure in essence—you are home.

Poem: The weight of a feather

You have journeyed far, bearing the suitcase of your past and countless lifetimes. Every step, a testament to your endurance, each breath, a whisper of resilience. It is time now, dear traveler, to transfer its weight from rock to feather. Unzipped and peeled back are the burdens, no longer to be dragged or summoned as echoes of what was.

In the gentle twilight of one’s soul, you honor the reflection and its remnants that echo through the corridors of time, sending them kindness, compassion, and gratitude for the journey that has brought you to this sacred space now. Within a paused moment, you acknowledge the lessons, the scars, the tears. Each one, a page in your book, to be filed into the Akashic of your becoming. You place them gently on the shelf, their purpose fulfilled.

Grab laughter by the hand, happiness, and love as reminders that the climb is no longer. You awaken, woven into the threads of all that is. Time is no longer linear but ripples that encompass you, gifting you sight to open windows and walk through doors without hesitation or worry of where each step will take you. You trust, even when it is unclear where you are going. Faith and hope are all that you carry now, with love guiding the way.