As I sit in my shallow pool,
every movement carries meaning.
I shift
a wave appears.
I touch
a ripple dissolves into silence.

In this still water,
I witness my connection to reality
and reality, in turn, acknowledges me.
When I force the waves,
push them with all my might,
they recoil and push back,
equal and unwavering.

As if to say:
all you do
will return to you
in equal kind.

So I see my influence
if not on the world,
then at least on this small surface of it.
My own lunar pull
on a body of water
that never needed the ocean.

I used to try to keep still,
to let the water settle,
to find some perfect calm.
But stillness, too, was a choice
a part of the dance.

And when I moved again,
the waves would rise.
The world would rumble.
And I would swim.

If misfortune haunts your steps.
Let the burning desire in your heart
light your way.
Should your fuel turn into ashes,
Split the atoms
set the world ablaze.
Rush toward victory,
for this is the path you've chosen.

How much of this is reality
...I
perhaps it only exists when you perceive
....don't
How can i see it with clarity
.....know
perhaps it is only what you believe

I come from the dust,
once a part of a star,
A spark in the infinite,
a whisper from afar.

Each little piece,
scattered, set free,
Aiding the birth
of what’s yet to be.

From the fire of the cosmos,
to the earth's gentle fold,
I carry the stories
the universe told.

Now, as I breathe,
as I dream, as I grow,
I weave the great tapestry
in the threads that I sew.

A fragment of stardust,
yet whole in my place,
I am both the fleeting
and eternal embrace.

From afar, it appeared so small,
So small, in fact, that I could not make out any details.
With every step, a new detail emerged,
With every breath, new energy converged.

A stone’s trip disrupted my journey
Towards the mountain.

Anger forced me to my knees,
My muscles atrophied,
The coming winds resisted my actions.
Lightning struck close to me,
The thick morning fog blinded me,
My nights were restless and full of terrors.

Time passed regardless of action
During the journey
Towards the mountain.

Failure was certain either way:
To fail while trying or to not move further.
Yet with every step, power returned.
The lightning illuminated the path,
The fog sharpened dull focus,
Restful nights restored lost intuition.

Certainty returned on the journey
Towards the mountain.

At the apex,
The starting point seemed so small—
So small, in fact, that I could not make out any details.
With a thought, every detail emerged.