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: 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.