If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?
I’d wear the sky, woven soft and wide,
With wind for sleeves and cloud for pride.
No buttons, seams, nor threads that bind,
Just freedom draped in peace of mind.
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Presence in Every Thought
How important is spirituality in your life?
It’s not in chants or temples grand,
But in quiet breaths and grains of sand.
A presence felt, not seen or taught,
Spirituality, in every thought.
Crafting Inner Weather
How do you practice self-care?
I craft the weather inside my mind,
Where thoughts stay clear and storms unwind.
When the inner skies are calm and bright,
Well-being blooms in quiet light.
Living, Not Losing
How do you waste the most time every day?
I try not to waste what can’t be stored,
Each second’s a gift I can’t afford.
Life is too short to let it slide,
I meet each moment, arms open wide.
Spun Joy
Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?
Cotton candy melts like giggles on air,
Takes me back to a world so rare.
Barefoot spins and laughter wide,
Childhood dancing on my tongue with pride
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.”
The Gentle Nudge
When the nest begins to shake and sway,
Don’t pray to make the fear go away.
It isn’t doom that knocks your door
It’s life inviting you to soar.
Wings don’t grow in perfect peace,
They stretch when certainties cease.
You’re not being pushed to fall apart
You’re being nudged to find your start.
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.
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