Time is our most precious gift—
a true welcoming.
I welcome you,
and you welcome me.
Time is an embrace,
the quiet thread that connects.
The author of context,
of meaning.
A dimension,
a perspective—
the perception born of imagination.
Do not spend your time
on what will not remain
with you,
for as long as your consciousness
breathes,
you are.
Choose—and simultaneously be chosen.
The people, the moments,
the story you share.
Not because you are better,
or more rare,
but because your life
is yours.
And it matters.
The peace of this awareness
gives rise to wisdom:
we are all equal.
Only when all are free
can one be free.
Bread breaks open in the oven.
And for every reason to despair,
there are endless wonders
waiting to unveil themselves
to those who keep their eyes—
and hearts—open.
Recall how fire sparks:
a harmonious synchronicity
of heart, mind, and soul.
Two scratch one another,
beneath the surface.
Do not say,
“We could’ve had a wider field,”
or “We might’ve reached the horizon.”
“I could’ve, I should’ve”
Create it.
Make it real.
Be wholly, genuinely
your amazed,
curious,
giving self.
Hear the bells.
Befriend a tree.
Be the gardener of one tree—
and all that’s hidden
shall be revealed.
The secrets
have always been there,
patiently awaiting
your arrival.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
