Jataka

Joy tide

The difference is simple, a whisper clear,
Between the dance of joy and the grip of fear.
Joy flows freely, through time it roams,
In past, present, and futures unknown.

It gleams in memories, warm and bright,
Lives in the now, a radiant light.
It dreams ahead, with hope in its stride,
A boundless force, no need to hide.

But fear is bound to a single place,
The future’s shadow, a fleeting trace.
It dwells in “what ifs” that cloud the mind,
Yet leaves the present and past behind.

Choose joy, the traveler of all time’s streams,
And let fear fade, like fleeting dreams.

Creation

Words without meaning,
Fall like whispers, fleeting.

Music without soul,
Never makes us whole.

Natural flows shine,
Unpracticed, divine.

Be true, create,
Give more than you take.
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Animal Instinct

When animal nature stirs within,
And words are woven deep in skin,
We hold both silence and the speech,
A gift that lingers out of reach.

For when a friend speaks not a word,
His soul’s own whispers still are heard,
A ceaseless voice that, soft and true,
Conveys the heart that beats in you.
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