Balance And Bloom Coaching

A stream that tries to carve the stone, Will often feel most left alone. But joining with the sea's vast roar, It finds the strength to reach the shore.

The fractures are not meant to fade, But be adorned with gold inlay. Each scar a vein of precious ore You are more beautiful than before.

It bows its head to wind and rain, To rise up tall and straight again. Its hollow core is not a flaw,, It's how it learns the tempest's law.

This twilight is a fragile thread, Between the words "away" and "ahead." Walk softly on its gentle arc To where your spirit finds its mark.

The distant star, though night seems long, Sings out its own enduring song. You hear its light, you know its part, It sings the music of your own resilient heart.

With gentle hands, review the years, The fragile stems, the unshed tears. Then plant the seed, and trust the sun A new day has begun.

The water holds the sky's soft light, Then flows beyond the mountain's height. It does not cling, it does not mourn, It greets the waiting, golden morn.

The deepest peace begins to stir, A pristine note, a silent whir. And in the hush, a form is born, Untouched, yet wiser for the storm.

The stream that carves the canyon deep, Does not the weight of mountains keep. It moves in grace, its constant flow The only truth it needs to know.

A fragile sphere of rainbows, spun To catch the laughter of the sun. It knows its life is in the flight, A tiny, brilliant, borrowed light.

The distant stars that seem so faint Are suns that chose to hold no restraint. If they can blaze the void so wide, What light is waiting deep inside?

The distant stars that seem so faint Are suns that chose to hold no restraint. If they can blaze the void so wide, What light is waiting deep inside?

It needs no shout to prove its place, It wears its strength with silent grace. So let your soul, by this be taught, The peace that mountains have, unbought.