Love rests on no foundation, no stone, no earth, no clay,
No pillar carved by mortal hands, no form that fades away.
It floats upon the endless sea, a tide that knows no shore,
An open sky, eternal blue, forever, evermore.

It rises in the morning mist, it hums the song of stars,
It journeys through the boundless night, unbound by time or scars.
No boundary can confine its reach, no tether hold it fast,
Its present is eternity; no future, and no past.

The endless ocean whispers deep, its voice both fierce and kind,
A tempest wild, a tender breeze, the balance undefined.
It carves the cliffs of fleeting lives, its waves both strong and pure,
A force that bends, that shapes, transforms, yet leaves the soul secure.

No source can claim its genesis, no point can mark its start,
It spills beyond the map of thought, and floods the aching heart.
No end awaits its ceaseless tide, no shore to bid adieu,
Its currents flow through every life, through every "me" and "you."

To grasp its form is to let go, to hold it is to free,
To lose yourself within its depths, and find infinity.
For love, unmoored, untamed, divine, is more than we can name,
An endless ocean, vast and wild, yet every wave the same.

So cast away your anchor, drift, surrender to its flow,
For love's great truth is simply this: the only home you'll know.

Two shadows linger where the soul does dwell,
Each whispers truths, yet which shall we compel?
One wears the cloak of hope, a boundless sky,
The other drapes in storms, where doubts reside.

Faith stands unyielding, a flame in the dark,
A quiet whisper, a celestial spark.
It asks for trust in what we cannot prove,
Yet nudges the heart, the spirit to move.

It builds from dreams, a bridge where none appear,
Its pillars born of love, its span sincere.
Through trials vast, its song will never cease,
A steadfast current, carving paths of peace.

Fear too, a force, demands its hungry share,
A shadowed specter, breathing heavy air.
It plants its seeds in moments fraught with doubt,
And tends them well till courage is devout.

Its voice, a thunder, echoes through the night,
And tempts the heart to flee from morning's light.
It thrives on what we dread, on what we lack,
Its siren call pulls weary spirits back.

Both faith and fear demand a quiet trust
In unseen forces, in the fate of dust.
One feeds the fire that dares the stars to rise,
The other dims the glow in hopeful eyes.

The choice is ours: to cower or to climb,
To dwell in shadows or let the soul unwind.
For though unseen, the path we choose is clear,
Will it be faith that guides, or will it be fear?

This is how you find your way,
Through shadows thick and skies of gray.
If you never try, you'll never see
The boundless strength that sets you free.

For buried deep within your soul,
A spark ignites to make you whole.
You'll never know how high you'll climb,
Until you dare defy the time.

The universe, so vast, aware,
Whispers softly, "I am there."
To hold, to guide, to help you soar,
To show you worlds and so much more.

The heart hesitates, the mind resists,
The unknown looms, a ghostly mist.
But in that haze, a gift may glow,
A promise of what you'll only know.

Uncertainty, a fearsome face,
Is but a mask for boundless space.
Each step you take, a door unfolds,
Revealing treasures your courage holds.

Infinite paths, untravelled bends,
Are laden with beginnings, not ends.
To grow, transform, expand, receive,
The unknown gifts when you believe.

So heed the pull, that whispered call,
Risk the stumble, risk the fall.
For dreams that linger, long untried,
Are seeds of magic waiting inside.

The path ahead, though veiled in mist,
Holds answers to the questions missed.
It's not so scary, not so wild,
It's the playground of your inner child.

So step into the vast unknown,
And claim the life that's truly your own.
For maybe, just maybe, this path you seek,
Is where your soul learns how to speak.

As the dawn unfolds on twenty-twenty-five,
Let us awaken, fully alive.
With tender hearts, let’s set the tone,
To love ourselves, to make it known.

Not in grand gestures or towering feats,
But in quiet moments, life’s simple treats.
The whisper of leaves, the warmth of the sun,
The quiet triumphs when the day is done.

For growth resides not just in acclaim,
But in unseen sparks that light the flame.
The courage to pause, to breathe, to feel,
The smallest joys that make life real.

Take the leap, though shadows loom,
The path ahead may yet bloom.
Trust the compass within your chest,
It leads you true, it knows you best.

Dare to be bold, dare to be free,
Life’s too short to dim your spree.
Wear your heart upon your sleeve,
In your own worth, always believe.

Choose your circle with gentle care,
Find those who uplift, who truly dare
To stand beside, through storm and sun,
Your soul’s companions, the chosen ones.

Be kind, be love, a radiant guide,
A mirror of hope for the world outside.
In every moment, let beauty unfold,
Each breath a story, precious and bold.

Let us make twenty-twenty-five divine,
A year to cherish, a year to shine.
Together we’ll walk, through joy and strife,
Creating a masterpiece of life.

The clock ticks closer, its hands align,
To mark the threshold, a sacred line.
A year once weary fades to mist,
As hope ignites in a joyful twist.

The night awakens with festive cheer,
To welcome bright a brand-new year.
The air is ripe with a thousand dreams,
As stars embroider midnight streams.

Fireworks bloom in the velvet sky,
A radiant promise, a bold goodbye.
To moments past, both sweet and bittersweet,
We bow in grace, our hearts replete.

Traditions weave their timeless thread,
Of feasts prepared and prayers said.
Families gather, champagne flows,
Bonds are cherished as the New Year glows.

Resolutions rise, both strong and frail,
Whispers of hope that seek to prevail.
"To love more deeply, to dream anew,
To honour the courage within me and you."

Candles flicker, casting light,
On shadows that danced in the fading night.
The future beckons with open arms,
A symphony sweet, of endless charms.

Happy New Year, your magic profound,
A sacred hymn, a joyful sound.
You carry the promise of untold days,
A canvas awaiting our vibrant ways.

Through celebrations that heal and bind,
Traditions passed to heart and mind,
We honour the past, embrace the now,
And say 'lets go' with steadfast vow.

So, let us toast with hearts sincere,
To a luminous, blessed, and bright New Year.
May dreams take flight, and love be true,
As the world awakens, refreshed, renewed.

Oh, sacred night of joy and cheer,
When hearts grow warm, and love draws near,
The yuletide flame, a tender light,
Illumines homes in winter's night.

Beneath the boughs of evergreen,
The spirit stirs, serene, unseen,
For Christmas weaves a golden thread,
Through all we've cherished, all we've said.

A tapestry of love unfolds,
In stories shared, in hands we hold.
The laughter of a child rings clear,
The echo of all we hold dear.

Around the table, faces glow,
With warmth no winter's chill can stow.
The feast laid out, a banquet true,
Of memories old and dreams anew.

For family gathers, hearts entwined,
With love that weathers tide and time.
Through trials faced and battles won,
Together stronger, all as one.

The gifts we give are but a token,
Of bonds unbroken, words unspoken.
The greatest gift? To simply be,
In the presence of love and family.

The star above, it guides us still,
Through life's terrain, o'er vale and hill.
It whispers softly, "Love is near,
In every moment, every year."

And so we hold this truth divine,
That love and family intertwine.
No wealth nor gold could match the worth,
Of those we treasure here on earth.

This Christmas time, let hearts align,
In love's embrace, in joy's design.
For in this fleeting life, we see,
The holiest of all gifts - is family.

There is a voice not of syllables or sound,
not of vowels stitched to breath,
it hides in the pulse beneath your skin,
it hums in the marrow of mountains split open
and rivers unchained.

It speaks in the bend of the trees,
where the wind aches to be known,
and in the spaces between heartbeats,
where silence clings like ash.

It is the cry of stars unravelling,
light-years collapsing into whispers
only felt by those who listen with their bones,
with the roots, they bury in the earth's tender belly.

You cannot grasp it with language,
it evades the tongue's traps,
a wild thing caught in the thicket
of forgotten dreams.

But if you sit still enough,
let the world crack open your chest,
you'll feel it moving through you,
the speech of things unsaid,
an ancient rhythm, that all the noise
has taught you to forget.

Listen.