The mind has a way of weaving illusions—spinning threads of fear from imagined futures, rehearsing every misstep before a single one is taken. In doing so, we unknowingly become both the jailor and the jailed, caging our potential with thoughts that were never truly ours to begin with. Wounds from forgotten yesterdays—echoes of childhood doubts, inherited fears, and voices not our own—whisper quietly: “This path is not for you.”
But what if it is? What if the only veil between your soul and its unfolding destiny… is the one you’ve yet to lift from within yourself?
You are the light, casting shadows behind you.
The shadow follows, born of your past,
A reflection of who you were, clinging, lasting.
It whispers in familiar tones,
A keeper of old ways, a protector of comfort.
But the light in you moves forward,
Stretching toward the unknown, creating the new.
Yin and Yang, a balance unseen,
The shadow is not your enemy—it is your history.
Honor it, but do not let it lead.
You are the maker, the light carving the path.
Step boldly; the shadow will follow,
But it can never dim the future you create.
We wander endlessly, eyes fixed on the horizon, chasing shadows of answers in the world beyond. The outward pull is seductive—promises of glory, love, and meaning glimmer in the distance, yet they fade like mirages when grasped. Why do we seek so far from home? Because the silence within feels unfamiliar, and to face ourselves is to face the depths of eternity.
The world has taught us to look outward, to measure worth in what can be seen, touched, and praised. But the outward search is a circle, leading us back to the same empty shores. True treasures are buried deeper, hidden in the chambers of our own being.
To turn inward is to walk a quieter path, one paved not with noise but with knowing. Begin by stilling the restless mind, letting the world’s distractions fall away. Sit with your breath; feel the rhythm of life flowing through you. Ask not 'What can I find?' but 'What have I forgotten?' For within lies a universe, infinite and luminous, waiting to be remembered.
Stop running from the mirror of your soul. The beauty you seek, the truth you crave, the power you yearn for—it was never in the stars. It is you. Close your eyes to the world, and finally, you will see.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Sehnend
The mind has a way of weaving illusions—spinning threads of fear from imagined futures, rehearsing every misstep before a single one is taken. In doing so, we unknowingly become both the jailor and the jailed, caging our potential with thoughts that were never truly ours to begin with. Wounds from forgotten yesterdays—echoes of childhood doubts, inherited fears, and voices not our own—whisper quietly: “This path is not for you.”
But what if it is? What if the only veil between your soul and its unfolding destiny… is the one you’ve yet to lift from within yourself?
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Sometimes the stars are aligning
And the tumblers fall in place
We witness a bit of magic
That puts a smile on our face
A little bit of alignment
Where everything is clear
And we glimpse the possibilities
Of a future that is near
We so long for these moments
When everything makes sense
And something pushes us forward
When we might be on the fence
It’s these little bits of clarity
That make life seem worthwhile
Reminding us we are all connected
And again, it makes us smile
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Nature loves courage.
You make the commitment,
and nature will respond
to that commitment
by removing impossible obstacles.
Dream the impossible dream,
and the world will not grind you under—
it will lift you up.
This is the trick.
This is what all these teachers
and philosophers who really counted,
who really touched the alchemical gold,
this is what they understood.
This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall.
This is how magic is done.
By hurling yourself into the abyss—
and discovering it's a feather bed.
-Terence McKenna
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-Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Sehnend
You are the light, casting shadows behind you.
The shadow follows, born of your past,
A reflection of who you were, clinging, lasting.
It whispers in familiar tones,
A keeper of old ways, a protector of comfort.
But the light in you moves forward,
Stretching toward the unknown, creating the new.
Yin and Yang, a balance unseen,
The shadow is not your enemy—it is your history.
Honor it, but do not let it lead.
You are the maker, the light carving the path.
Step boldly; the shadow will follow,
But it can never dim the future you create.
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We wander endlessly, eyes fixed on the horizon, chasing shadows of answers in the world beyond. The outward pull is seductive—promises of glory, love, and meaning glimmer in the distance, yet they fade like mirages when grasped. Why do we seek so far from home? Because the silence within feels unfamiliar, and to face ourselves is to face the depths of eternity.
The world has taught us to look outward, to measure worth in what can be seen, touched, and praised. But the outward search is a circle, leading us back to the same empty shores. True treasures are buried deeper, hidden in the chambers of our own being.
To turn inward is to walk a quieter path, one paved not with noise but with knowing. Begin by stilling the restless mind, letting the world’s distractions fall away. Sit with your breath; feel the rhythm of life flowing through you. Ask not 'What can I find?' but 'What have I forgotten?' For within lies a universe, infinite and luminous, waiting to be remembered.
Stop running from the mirror of your soul. The beauty you seek, the truth you crave, the power you yearn for—it was never in the stars. It is you. Close your eyes to the world, and finally, you will see.
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I must trust the universe.
I must take my cue from the stars:
I must listen to the infinite wisdom
Hidden in their shining silence.
Everything that must be, will be
In its own time, of its own mind.
I am meant to sit in witness,
To observe, to learn, to accept.
The more I try to assert my will,
The more I flail in my own failings.
The more I question and doubt,
The more my spirit seeps out.
I may seem remote.
I may appear cold.
I may hold myself separate
From the ripples of panic
Flowing out from so many souls.
I simply hold myself steady.
The road ahead is long and uncertain.
I must preserve my energy.
I must keep parts of me in reserve.
I must tend my tiny garden.
I must mend my fence and stock my shelves.
I must rely on my own resources
Until this storm passes and sanity returns.
-Suzanne Hayasaki
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Your creation was a cosmic event.
This very version of you has been written among the stars since the Great Collision, when Heaven first danced with Earth.
You were the result, not by chance, but by choice.
Carefully crafted and intentionally saved for the perfect moment, when the world needed you most.
And here you are, more divine than we could have ever hoped for, more miraculous than the sum of all the world's prayers combined.
Both fully human and fully divine, equal parts matter and magic.
You are The One the world has been waiting for.
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You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
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The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our bones, the iron in our blood, and the carbon in our food were all forged in the hearts of dying stars.
The cosmos is within us.
We are crafted from stardust, making us a way for the universe to know itself...
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