life
Congruence

No one knows, and none can steal.
But when they flow to words outside,
All can know and all can feel.
When words transform to actions bold,
You experience, and all bear witness.
Yet when thoughts, words, and deeds don’t hold,
Hollow becomes the self’s own fitness.
Be congruent, align in stride,
Be the one on life’s joy ride.
For life’s journey is not to miss,
Each moment’s a chance for bliss.
Rejuvenation

The trees stand tall, their whispers frail.
No leaves to dance, no fruits to share,
Yet in their stillness, work is there.
In frosty depths, they store the light,
For summer’s blaze, their hidden might.
What’s spent, we see with open eyes,
But how it’s saved escapes our skies.
In every root and branch unseen,
They weave the strength for seasons green.
So, do not think they rest in cold,
For winter’s grip, their secrets hold.
Find your cycle, seize your grip,
Follow the trail, let your spirit dip.
You will shed the weight of old,
And find the path where dreams unfold.

