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: 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. 

This day is for nothing, and nothing is enough.

The hand of time halts as I gaze down at my reflection on the water's surface. There is beauty there, in forgotten places, amidst the lurking shadows that creep between me and my mirror. Yet today, tranquility reigns, and I find solace in the embrace of my true self. A day to soar, light as a feather, having shed the chains and anchors of worry and disdain. No fret for what is, was, or will be. This day is for nothing, and nothing is enough.

Questions, Answers and Choices

Journal entry, recorded thoughts, channeled, working through a tough day: I found myself drowning in thoughts of despair, unkindness, and questioning my identity as a human. How could such thoughts cross my plain of existence? Is this truly who I am? Do I relish in my misery or swallow it like a pill, only to have it stuck in my throat, defying the wash of water? Choking on its presence, I choose treachery over peace, for there is no solace to be found. Panic engulfs me, and the world around me shall share in this scene of my making. I hold both the poisoned apple and the delectable fruit as equals, yet I struggle to determine which one to embrace. Why must such burdens be placed upon thee? Who is this tormentor that whispers in my ear such misery and disdain? I am of no significance, no pawn in a grander scheme to be dealt with. Who am I to be valued by the darkness when all I see is but a tear in a veil where a faint glimmer of light emerges? I dare not avert my gaze, for within that glimmer and its reflection, I find myself fixated on a calmer sea. It serves as a reminder of hope, of a profound love that, even in my darkest hours, illuminates my countenance, defining my very existence, as everything else fades away and the door opens.