You do not see it? No, not yet,
But hush, lean in, the air is wet,
with murmurs soft, with silent schemes,
A ripple forming in your dreams.

Somewhere beyond the measured mind,
Beyond the clock, beyond the blind,
A current stirs, a tether tugs,
Unseen hands through unseen rugs.

Weaving fate with thread so fine,
You'd miss it in the light of time,
The logic-bound may doubt and jest,
May clutch the past against their chest.

Yet in your bones, the echo hums,
The quiet cadence - something comes.
A nudge, a note, a feather's fall,
The syncopated cosmic call.

The shifting sky, the bending air,
A path where none was ever there,
And what are you to do, but stay?
Not chase, not plead, not force the way.

But open wide, unclench, undo,
Make space for what is meant for you.
The weight you've borne, the tales now old,
The rusted keys, the hands too cold.

Let them slip, let them fade,
Let the past be past, unmade.
For soon - yes, soon, you'll turn to see,
The tangled threads unwound, set free.

The map that once refused to show
Was drawn by steps you didn't know.
The hush will break, the sky will part,
What's meant for you will meet your heart.

And you will stand where time aligns,
Where fate and trust have intertwined,
And in that moment, bright and true,
You'll smile and say, "I always knew".

What do you see, nurse, when you look at me?
A frail, weary man lost in time's endless sea?
Do you sigh as you dress me, as you lift, as you feed,
Thinking my silence is nothing but need?

Do you see only hands that tremble and shake,
A mind lost in shadows, a body that breaks?
Do you see the dim eyes, the slow, shuffling gait,
A soul out of time, just awaiting its fate?

Look deeper, dear nurse, beyond this old skin,
Past the wrinkles, the frailty, the world closing in.
For once, I was young, with fire in my chest,
A heart full of dreams, unburdened, unpressed.

I was a child, with laughter so bright,
Running through fields bathed in golden-hued light.
I was a lover, my pulse racing wild,
Holding her close, love's innocent child.

I was a father, strong, steadfast, and true,
Teaching small hands what life could undo.
I built and I shaped, I gave and I grew,
Watched them all flourish, then bid them adieu.

Now time plays its tricks, and my body betrays,
Yet inside I am dancing through long-ago days.
My spirit still soars, though my body is weak,
My voice still longs for the words it can't speak.

So look at me, nurse, not as fading, not done,
Not just a burden, not just anyone.
See the years, the love, the battles, the scars,
The dreams that still shine like forgotten stars.

For within this old man, there's a soul fierce and free,
If only you'd look, if only you'd see.

In the stillness of your mind, truth hums,
A whisper in shadows, where silence drums.
It lingers softly, a quiet refrain,
Nestled in corners of joy and pain.

It waits in the pit where instincts dwell,
A weight on your chest, a story to tell.
You push, you pull, yet there it stays,
Threading your nights and haunting your days.

To know is a blade that cuts so deep,
Through veils of denial, through restless sleep.
Yet knowing alone is a hollow key,
Until you accept what's meant to be.

Acceptance, a bridge so fraught with demand,
It asks for your courage, a trembling stand.
It calls for release of the things you've held,
The hopes that have bound you, the fears you've quelled.

Change looms like a tempest, fierce and wide,
But within it, strength will always reside.
The answer is etched, carved into your soul,
Not a fragment, but the whole of the whole.

Still, you stall, you bargain for time,
For proof, for signs, for stars to align.
But beneath it all, the truth is clear,
Its voice grows louder, ever near.

To surrender is not to bow or break,
But to rise with the courage your heart will make.
For the strength you seek is already there,
In the depths of your being, waiting to dare.

So step through the fire, embrace the flame,
Let knowing and accepting become the same.
On the other side, you'll find your way,
Lit by the truth you faced today.

Risk more than required; let your spirit take flight,
Step boldly through shadows to summon the light.
Learn more than is normal; let curiosity reign,
Each question a treasure, each answer your gain.

Be strong in the tempests, steadfast in the gale,
Show courage when faltering hearts might fail.
Breathe deeply, with purpose, in stillness, in storm,
Excel with your essence, rewrite the norm.

Love fiercely, for love reshapes the mundane,
Lead brightly, a beacon through joy and through pain.
Speak your truth, even when silence prevails,
Live your values, a compass when certainty fails.

Laugh with abandon, let joy fill the air,
Cry without shame, for your soul to repair.
Innovate boldly, let new paths arise,
Simplify wisely, see through the disguise.

Adore mastery; seek it in art and in skill,
Release mediocrity; bend life to your will.
Aim for genius, where brilliance ignites,
Stay humble in triumph, shun ego's heights.

Be kinder than needed, let warmth overflow,
Deliver abundance, let generosity grow.
Exude passion, let fire blaze in your eyes,
Shatter your limits, let your spirit surprise.

Transcend your fears, unshackle your soul,
Inspire by bigness, make others feel whole.
Dream grandly, but start with a seed in the earth,
Act now, without pause, give each moment its worth.

Don't stop; let persistence carve through the stone,
Change the world, and make its wonder your own.
For being amazing is a life that you weave,
A tapestry spun from all you believe.

Melt like snow beneath a sunlit sky,
Let your burdens fade, let the old self die.
Each flake of sorrow, each shard of pride,
Softly dissolves as the streams confide.

Wash yourself from yourself, oh soul laid bare,
Find in the stillness a truth to declare.
The world will whisper, "Hold fast, don't yield,"
But love is not found in a fortress or shield.

It blooms in surrender, in silence profound,
In the space where no chains of the ego are bound.
Let the river cleanse what clings to the bone,
And hear the whispers of seeds you've sown.

Love, silent as a lily, takes root in your core,
No trumpet to herald, no need to implore.
Its petals unfold in the quiet of night,
A miracle formed in the absence of fight.

Not loud, not proud, not seeking the throne,
It thrives in a heart that has learned to atone.
Oh, let yourself vanish, dissolve in the stream,
For love is the dream within all other dreams.

The soul that releases, the self that refrains,
Shall find in its yielding what truly remains.
A garden eternal, where lilies reside,
Their fragrance a hymn to the love inside.

So melt like snow, and wash yourself free,
A vessel of grace for the vast, endless sea.
Let love grow quiet, yet steadfast and strong,
A lily's soft bloom is where you belong.

In the sweetness of friendship, a light softly glows,
A warmth that the heart in its stillness well knows.
Let there be laughter, like a song on the breeze,
A melody whispered through sun-dappled trees.

For in this communion, life's burdens grow light,
Shared joys become stars that illumine the night.
The pleasure of moments, both simple and rare,
Is a treasure we gather with love's tender care.

A smile exchanged in the quiet of dawn,
A word that rekindles when hope seems withdrawn.
Like the dew on the petals at morning's first gleam,
Friendship revives us, a comforting dream.

Not in the grandeur of triumphs we find,
But in the small joys, the unspoken kind.
The clasp of a hand, the glint of an eye,
The laughter that dances, unchained to the sky.

These little things, a glance, a shared cup of tea,
Are pearls in the ocean of life's mystery.
Each droplet of kindness, a balm for the soul,
Each moment of laughter, a piece of the whole.

And as dew on the meadow, it quietly heals,
The heart finds its morning in all that it feels.
A freshness, a vigor, a life redefined,
Through friendship's pure sweetness, our spirits aligned.

So let us give laughter, and pleasures, and more,
A refuge, a haven, an open heart's door.
For in these small wonders, our joy is expressed,
In the sweetness of friendship, the soul is at rest.

A whisper stirs within the mind,
a seed of light, a thread unspooled,
where once the winds of doubt would bind,
now dawn ignites the vast and true.

For thoughts, like rivers, carve their way,
through valleys deep, through stone and sand,
they shape the world, they cast the day,
they sculpt the soul with unseen hands.

What if the storm inside could cease?
What if the weight we bear could shift?
What if a thought could birth release,
and turn the dark to golden mist?

The mind - a garden, wild and free,
can bloom with thorns or fields of grace,
can weave despair or destiny,
can paint the stars, can find embrace.

The past is ink that need not stain,
tomorrow waits with open palm,
no chain remains that thought can't tame,
no fire too wild for hope's cool balm.

So think in love, let kindness bloom,
let mercy breathe where pain has slept,
let faith outgrow the ghosts of gloom,
let trust reclaim what fear once kept.

For change is not some distant land,
nor bound by fate, nor ruled by time,
it lives within your open hand,
it breathes inside your quiet mind.

So shift the thought, the path will bend,
release the weight, the soul will rise,
for all begins where visions send,
change the thought, and touch the skies.