In the realm of words, we weave our
fate,
Meanings shift, as contexts create.
Purpose and usage, a delicate dance, Lives described, in every glance.
From our lips, spells are cast,
Echoes of the present, shadows of the past.
We build and break, with every phrase, In this spellbound world, we set ablaze.
Subjugated to the words we choose, To uplift, to bind, or to bruise.
Spellcasters all, in this grand play, With words, we shape the night and day.

Every time I fall, I think of you,
No matter how I fall, no matter when I do.
In moments of despair, It is you that i find there,
Your presence fills the air, no emotions can compare to me with you.
When I stumble and the world feels cold,
Your memory is a warmth, a hand to hold.

Take a breath, let stillness be your guide, even in labor, peace resides. Moments of rest heal and impart, A balm of quietude for the weary heart.
In this respite, you find a sacred space, a pause unconfined, Where heart and mind, in tranquil bind, Recover strength, become realigned.

In the dance of body and mind, intertwined, Distort the body, the mind’s path unwinds. Disrupt the mind, the body’s rhythm breaks, A cycle of chaos, each part it takes.
Western medicine, with its potent pills, Prescribes for the body, yet the mind it fills. Natural processes, disrupted and torn, A dependence on pharmaceuticals is born.
The body’s whispers, now muffled and weak, The mind’s clarity, a distant peak. In this cycle, we seek to find, A balance of body, a harmony of mind.
Holistic paths, a gentle embrace, To heal the body, the mind’s grace.

Blackened
In shadows deep, where silence reigns, A journey marked by unseen chains.
Through corridors of night we tread, Seeking solace in the dread.
The echoes linger, cold and stark, In every heart, a lasting mark. To depths unknown, we cast our gaze, In twilight's grip, we lose our ways.
Enticed by voids, we break the ties, In newfound space, where darkness lies.
With every step, a story traced, In haste we move, yet time erased.

Breathe in, breathe out, a gentle flow,
Shifts in posture, let the tension go.
Adjust the level, find your place,
Acceptance blooms in this sacred space.
Pain may linger, but here we stand,
With open hearts and open hands.
Acceptance goes a long, long way,
In this place, we find our stay.

“Mercy,” He said, is the higher call, a gift of grace offered to all.
For justice measures and gives each part, But mercy heals the broken heart.
It sees the sinner not just the sin, And invites repentance to begin.
“Blessed are the merciful,” He proclaimed, For they shall receive the same. Not an eye for an eye, nor a tooth for a tooth, But love that seeks the deeper truth.
For in each act of forgiveness shown, the seeds of a greater love are sown. And in this love, we find release, from bonds of bitterness to peace.
So let us walk the merciful mile, With open hearts and a gentle smile. For in mercy’s embrace, we truly find, The justice that’s compassionate and kind.

The words, the words, they’re everywhere,
Run away from them, but to where?
I see and hear them, night and day,
Every awakened moment, here to stay.
Make sense of them I must,
To gain my own undying trust.

In lands where ancient echoes call,
'Neath olive trees that stand so tall,
The question lingers, heavy, cast,
Israel God's chosen or self chosen—vast.

A land that's waged a war, it seems,
Against both civilians and Hamas streams,
No line drawn 'twixt  darkness or light,
A struggle that endures through night.

The Palestinian people bear the toll,
Of a conflict that consumes the whole,
Paying the price of an unfocused hate,
In a history's shadow, they contemplate.

As though blinded by the night so deep,
Where tears of mothers silently weep,
For peace, for solace, for wounds to mend,
For a dawn where all hearts can blend.

Thank you for the finger of justice, Pointed sharp and clear, For showing me your stance, In moments fraught with fear.
Thank you for the sleepless nights, When you thought I was wrong, For the distance you maintained, When our harmony was gone. Thank you for the silence, When you believed I ruined your day, For the cold shoulder turned,in your own, distinct way.For all these acts and more,l offer my gratitude true,For in your actions, I found clarity, And saw the real you.

In the garden of emotions, love may bloom wild, a vibrant flower, tender, meek, or mild.
But deeper still, beneath the surface lies, the soil of respect, where true love’s root abides.
For love without respect, a fleeting flame, may rise in passion, but wanes the same.
Yet when respect in love’s foundation dwells, It forms a bond that time nor trial quells.

Greater than love, respect does stand, a silent guardian, a steady hand. It nurtures love, allows it space to grow, In the warm light of acceptance, it glows.
So let us plant respect first in our heart, for where it lives, true Love shall never part.

In the quiet dawn, where shadows fade,
Truth emerges, unafraid.
A beacon bright, it lights the way,
Guiding hearts through night to day.
In whispers soft, it calls the soul,
To seek the light, to find the whole.
Through veils of doubt, it pierces through,
Revealing paths both old and new.
With every step, the spirit soars,
Unbound by lies, it freely explores.
For in the truth, we find our wings,
And rise above the earthly things.
So let us cherish, let us strive,
To live in truth, to feel alive.
For truth inspires, it sets us free,
To be the best that we can be.

It’s a subtle shift, yet it holds great power,
Turning a seed of thought into a blooming flower.
Change the lens through which you view,
And watch life take on a hue anew.

The day’s last light fades into the hush,
Evening’s arrival with a gentle rush.
In the glow of dusk, I find my seat,
Basking in the night, sacred and sweet.

Stars awaken as the sky turns deep blue,
A celestial canvas, each night anew.
The world slows down, and in this space,
I find solace in the night’s gentle grace.

So let the evening come, let the stars shine,
In this sacred moment, I and the divine intertwines.
With a grateful heart, I embrace the night,
In its tranquil presence, everything feels right.

Like a never-ending plight, it seems,
A tempestuous fight, in endless dreams.
In the howl, in the echo's call,
In the night, where the stars enthrall.
The fight within, the rise after the fall,
Like a phoenix, destined to stand tall.

Within us lies a power so divine, Positive energy, a healing sign.
It mends and soothes, with a gentle touch,
Healing body and mind, with its clutch.
So let us choose the energy we feed,
For it's the essence of our every deed.
Embrace the positive, let the negative part.