I loosen the knots of crowded thought and set down weights that can’t be bought. The river hums my name, my way I walk in trust, I do not sway. Though worlds may tilt and heavens turn, I meet the fire without the burn. Each moment breathes, then slips from view, a quiet pulse my heart still knew. Expectations melt like dawn’s first hue, I choose the path that rings most true. Whatever comes, I let it be the living current carries me.

She is not the ashes of yesterday’s fire. She is the light of a new dawn. Her part doesn’t define her.

Let go of what has passed, let go of what may come, let go of what is happening now. Don’t try to figure anything out. ~ Tilopa

a single seed, a patient palm, can school the heart in steady calm that humble gifts, when warmed by care, unfold to worlds beyond compare a candle born of fragile flame teaches the dark to speak its name, it tutors hope in how to see the road toward what is meant to be the smallest act, the tender word, moves hidden gears the eye has blurred, they bend the weight of silent things and teach the soul how fate begins those faithful to the unseen art of showing up with open heart will find that what they shaped in clay becomes the peaks where they now stand for every blessing, slight and brief, is scripture written underneath a map that leads, step after step, to joys that come… and choose to stay.

People wait all day for 5 PM. All week for Friday. All Summer for Winter. All Winter for Summer And all their lives for happiness. Don't let the pursuit of tomorrow diminish the joy of today.

Do not wait for some distant face to grant your love a rightful place. Perfection drifts in vacant skies, but joy lives now, where heartbeat lies. This body here, this breath, this day already knows the light’s own way. No need to trade the now for when the present longs to hold you in. Unmake the deals with later hours, they steal the roots from living flowers. Today is not a borrowed land; it asks only your open hand. So love the flaws, the weathered skin, the tender ache you carry in. The heart is wild, unfinished, true its broken places let light through. For happiness is not a prize reserved for stars beyond your eyes. It comes to those who dare to choose the life that’s here, not one they lose and let it bloom, untamed, unposed, right where the present has been closed open.

The clouds will pass, The storm will end, And the trees will lose their leaves. Change is one thing you can be certain of.