90 Day Self Discovery Journey

You are not one star in the night, But part of heaven's woven light. To ask for help is to be whole, And link your soul to every soul.

Don't hide the lines the fall has drawn, Where light escaped and hope was gone. For in the filling of the breaks, A stronger, brighter spirit wakes.

The river does not fight the stone, It simply finds a path of its own. Its power is a yielding grace, A constant flow that wins the race.

The sun departs, the lily closes, In stillness, every heart reposes. Not as an end, but as a breath, That balances new life from death.

The river hums a patient tune, As it reshapes the stubborn stone. A constant flow, a timeless art, The very rhythm of your own heart.

The threads of old, in hues of grey, Were woven in a wise, slow way. Now watch the loom of moments cast, A brighter pattern, vast.

The threads of old, in hues of grey, Were woven in a wise, slow way. Now watch the loom of moments cast,, A brighter pattern, vast.

The dawn does not command the day, It simply lets the night decay. So walk in trust, and not in haste, Let every shadow be erased.

The moon commands the shifting sea, With silent, deep authority. Your heart can know this same, slow art, A universe within your heart.

It does not mourn its brief, sweet flight, But lends its grace to fading light. In that one arc, from branch to loam, A perfect universe finds home.

It warms the soil, it wakes the seed, It answers every rooted need. So let its steady, gentle claim Be fuel to build your inner flame.

The sun-warmed rock, the snow's cold sheet, In balance, bitter and yet sweet. The peak does not despise the cold, It holds both stories to be told.