Thank you!

But in the quiet of a breeze,
or the gaze of a stranger,
we can feel the world shift,
lightened by the connection
we share with the earth,
and with each other. (2/2)

The dawn of a new beginning is upon us.
One in which our resolve
Will cast out the bleak gloom,
And allow our spirits to rise. (5/5)

This is not just another turn of the wheel.
It is a rendezvous with destiny,
A reckoning that holds both fear and light,
And wisdom of the ancients. (4/5)

Every failure is a mirror,
Reflecting shadows from the past,
But they carry with them the promise of clarity,
A soft glow hidden beneath the fog. (3/5)

We stand at the edge of a turning point,
Watching threads unravel in their strange,
Yet somehow, familiar form,
Caught in the rhythm of a crisis. (2/5)

As we praise the rush,
the quickness of breaking,
thinking that in a blur,
we might find meaning,

We turn away from the hum of balance,
to chase the chaos of fragmented vision,
never seeing how we are lost
in the scattering.
(2/2)

The clouds will part,
letting light creep in,
causing the ice to crack with a sound too soft to notice at first—a murmur, perhaps—that builds to a roar.

With patience and light,
the shadows will recede,
and the horizon slowly hum the melodic promise of a new turning.

Divisions carve deeper into the soil, where seeds of trust used to grow. There is little warmth in the air, just endless grey and the quiet hum of restless hearts.

Yet the earth still turns beneath this heavy stillness, and soon, the thaw will come.

🙌 and… you are NOT alone

He speaks of strength,
but stands unsure,
like a shadow flickering on a fading wall. 
And yet, the crowd believes,
their eyes wide shut and dreaming of emeralds.

Listen to the silence
that speaks louder than all their words. 
The silence where freedom once stood,
now hollow,
echoing the absence of what is lost.

The silence that occurs after the rustle of papers,
signed with the dark ink of privilege, ceases.
Those false words that promise freedom but chain the spirit.