I walk where silence learns my name, where maps run out and paths turn flame. My dreams are sworn to no one’s creed, my fears lie buried with the seed. The fall is mine, the blood, the bruise, the nights that teach me how to choose. From soil cracked by doubt and ache, I grow the roots I dare to make. Alone I rise, alone I bend, with shadows only I befriend. Each sleepless hour, each salted tear tempers the spine that holds me here. And when the summit meets my gaze, no borrowed light, no borrowed praise the sun stands still, my name aflame, for all I own was earned through flame, not handed luck nor hollow fame.

“In the net of Indra, each jewel reflects all other jewels, and in each reflection all reflections are contained. One is all, all is one. The one does not obstruct the many, nor do the many obstruct the one.” ~ Fazang (3rd Patriarch of Huayan Buddhism)

Good morning Pura vida ❤️

My luck is too bad 😂😂

No soul is busy, only blind to treasures they’ve agreed to leave behind. Those who care will carve a way through crowded hours, through night and day. Time is no prison, no rusted chain it softens hands that choose to change. If you matter, they will bend, reach for seconds, make them spend. So do not weigh love by idle clocks, or promises that knock but lock. The heart that wants you won’t delay it shows up fully, finds a way. It gathers moments, small and true, and makes a home inside of you.

You cannot be replaced, not even by time Your shade is rare, your spirit shines. Don’t bend your truth to fit their mold, Your voice was made to break the cold. The road ahead may wear a veil, Yet walk it brave, do not grow frail. When life leans hard, rise up again, For strength is forged through storm and pain. When choices call, choose what feels right, The path that keeps your soul in light. Some storms arrive without a clue, Still you move forward, strong and true.