Are you seeking security or adventure?
I don’t chase walls that feel like home,
For even fortresses fall when winds roam.
I sail with questions, not the shore,
And trust the tides to show me more.
Tag: QUOTES
If I Could Host a Dinner
If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
I’d call the wise, the kind, the true,
The ones who see a soul right through.
Not just the famed with stories grand,
But those with warmth in heart and hand.
A poet, a monk, and my children too,
With wonder wide and joy so true.
And if love came and took a seat,
That night, the stars would taste so sweet.
What Time Teaches
What do you think gets better with age?
Not all that fades was meant to stay,
But wisdom grows in a quieter way.
Experience walks where haste once ran,
And shapes the soul far more than plans.
Rhythms Within
What time do you go to bed and wake up currently?
I rest when the stars begin to gleam,
And rise with calm before day’s first beam.
No fixed alarms, just nature’s nudge,
My inner clock refuses to budge.
While the world chases minutes and hours,
I move by sunrays and moonlit showers.
Time, to me, is not a chain,
It’s a quiet flow I don’t restrain.
Chosen Steps
What strategies do you use to increase comfort in your daily life?
I move with joy in all I take,
Even my trials are mine to make.
Each task, a step I shape with care
Comfort blooms in the path I wear.
A Voice That Walks You Home
On what subject(s) are you an authority?
I dwell where thought and rhythm meet,
Where questions bloom and words repeat.
On truths that hide in human ways,
I guide, not preach, through tangled maze.
If there’s a realm where I belong,
It’s helping hearts make reason strong.
Not as a master carved in stone,
But as a voice that walks you home.
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.
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.
Essence
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.
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