Who is your favorite historical figure?
Mother Teresa walked where sorrow lay,
Holding hands most turned away.
She gave, not for praise or fame,
But to serve the soul behind each name.
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Less Forever
Write about your first crush.
My first crush wore a crooked grin,
I saw enlightenment wrapped in skin.
But years have passed, and now I see,
It was less “forever” and more “puberty.”
Mapped with Wonder
What countries do you want to visit?
I yearn for shores where oceans sigh,
And valleys where the echoes lie.
Where golden dunes stretch wild and wide,
And emerald woods in silence hide.
Where mountains touch the twilight hue,
No single land, but nature true.
Equanimity
What’s your favorite thing about yourself?
In tempests loud or moments tight,
I hold my calm, not needing might.
Grace returns where anger could reign,
A quiet strength I can’t explain.
Lit by Passion
How do you want to retire?
Why retire from a flame that lights my way?
Each task renews me, day by day.
Work is not burning, it breathes me alive,
In passion’s rhythm, I thrive and thrive.
Timeless Rhythm
What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?
The oldest thing I own, still true,
Is my breath, ancient, yet always new.
Each rise and fall, a silent song,
Carrying life as I move along.
My Circle of Light
Describe one of your favorite moments.
My favorite moments brightly shine,
When my kids gather, their hearts combine.
Their laughter sparkles, wild and true,
In their love, life feels brand new.
The Quiet Marvels
What notable things happened today?
The galaxy stayed, it did not break,
The sun arose, the earth stayed awake.
The trees kept breathing, calm and true,
Life whispered gently, “I carry you.”
The Flame Within
What are you passionate about?
I’m drawn to life’s radiant song,
Where simple joys keep dancing along.
To learn, to love, to rise and see,
Each moment unfolds new mystery.
The Seasons Within
What is your favorite season of year? Why?
Spring reminds me life renews,
Summer shines with vibrant hues.
Autumn paints in amber light,
Winter wraps me soft and bright.
And so, I find them beautiful all,
Each season whispers: rise, don’t fall.
