List three books that have had an impact on you. Why?
“The Joy of Living” taught me to breathe,
That peace is found beneath each heave.
“The Alchemist” whispered, “Trust the way,”
For dreams will guide if hearts obey.
“The Book of Awakening” turned each day new,
With truths both quiet and boldly true.
Each book a mirror, gentle and wise,
Helping me see with clearer eyes.
What fears have you overcome and how?
I feared the leap, yet still I flew,
The path appeared when I walked through.
With each deep breath, I learned to steer,
Now courage walks where once was fear.
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.
I walk barefoot when the world feels loud,
On soil that doesn’t wear a shroud.
A simple act, a sacred thread,
That tethers me to peace instead.
It’s not escape, nor grand delight,
Just morning light and grounded flight.
One breath, one step, one heartbeat near
Joy lives quietly, always here.
How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to mak loe it happen?
I don’t unplug to find my peace,
No clutter comes to claim it with ease.
I choose where I connect, I steer,
Plug in with purpose, calm and clear.
What quality do you value most in a friend?
No need for words to prove they’re near,
They’re felt in quiet, calm, and clear.
No judgment cast, no dues to tend,
Just quiet trust, that’s a true friend.
What jobs have you had?
I’ve been a leaf upon the breeze,
A seeker sailing silent seas.
A voice within another’s doubt,
A lantern when the stars went out.
Shaped dreams in hands both kind and true,
Then bowed as life unveiled the new.
No office walls, no nameplate brass,
Just moments shaped in dew and glass.
Not tasks alone, but calls I heed,
Each one a whisper wrapped in need.
For what is “job” but soul in play,
Learning to serve in its own way?
Her boots met paths the clouds had kissed,
Through serpent roads and twilight mist,
She walks with silence by her side,
A soul in search, a gentle guide.
Her lens, a window to the wild,
Catches the hush where nature smiled.
She does not hunt, she does not claim,
She simply honors every name.
Among the bends and whispered breeze,
She stands beneath the watching trees
And those who follow in her trail,
Learn how the quiet can prevail.
A flash of wings, a burst of hue,
A shutter blinks, the world turns new.
She teaches eyes to slow their race,
To find the wild in every space.
Not just alone, but hand in hand,
She leads small tribes across the land,
To see, to wait, to feel, to know
The hidden heartbeats nature shows.
Chandra, whose gaze can make us see
The vastness held in canopy
Through you, we learn to simply be
More still, more kind, more wild, more free.
Simi
Do you practice religion?
I walk not bound by name or rite,
But bow to truth, to love, to light.
In breath and stillness, I often find,
A sacred thread that frees the mind.
No walls or labels where I kneel,
Just presence, grace, and what I feel.
Do you remember life before the internet?
Yes, I recall the world unplugged.
Where thoughts took root, not just shrugged.
We met in parks, not in a thread,
And dreams were dreamt, not always read.
Before the scroll, before the ping,
Life was a slower, fuller thing.
What are you good at?
I’m good at hearing what words don’t say,
At holding hope when skies turn gray.
I walk with questions, not just the known
And grow best where the winds have blown.
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