Years blurred in restless storm,
Noise thick, a shapeless swarm.
Laughing masks, thin light,
Days drag into night.
Life turns sly, satiric,
Sweet tone, but cynical.
Yet Earth won’t slow its run,
It climbs toward cleaner sun.
Past fog, past heavy air,
Past habits of despair.
Somewhere above the dust,
A door of light and trust.
One sip and I can breathe,
Let old regrets release.
Not to escape the world,
But to return, uncurled.
I drop the extra weight,
I stop rehearsing fate.
I hear the silence speak,
I feel my spirit wake.
A steady inner pull,
A compass calm and full.
The sky is not a myth,
Its clarity within

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The soul begins its turn,
A spiral, clean and firm.
Bright thoughts reveal the source,
Set me on a truer course.
Motions sleeping for ages,
Rise like hidden pages.
Heart becomes a listening river,
Soft, but strong forever.
Where deserts stood alone,
We plant and build a home.
A garden out of sand,
By patient human hands.
Knowledge not for pride,
A sacred fire inside.
Reason quiet gold,
A treasure to uphold.
Life shapes enchanting dreams,
Into everyday things.
Love stays at the center,
Not a moment a mentor.
Forgiveness at the root,
Growing something real and true.
And Earth keeps moving on,
So we move along.
With minds kept clear and light,
We lean into the night.
Toward morning’s open frame,
Not chasing just becoming.