Heart of Whimsy !

Spring Petals drift like thoughts— old grudges caught on warm wind, melting into bloom. Summer Cicadas still hum though storms passed just yesterday— the air forgives heat. Autumn Maple leaves let go, burning bright, then falling free. So too can your grief. Winter Frost clings to the branch— but even the hardest ice yields to morning sun.

  1. Grudge clings like shadow— silent weight upon the soul. Light returns with peace. 2. Let the anger go. Mountains move when hearts forgive. Breathe, and be set free. 3. Darkness feeds on pain. Why give it a place to live? Choose the open sky.

Why hold a grudge— a stone in your chest, cold and unmoving, pressed where joy could rest? What does it serve, this ember of pain? It kindles no justice, just smoke in the brain. You just feel bad, and heavy and dark, dragging old echoes that sap every spark. Let it go— not for them, but for you. Unclench the sorrow. Let the light through. Life is too short to dwell in the shade. Forgiveness, not weakness, is where strength is made. So lift up your spirit, no need for a fight. Release what has hurt you— and walk into light.

  Oblivious to the pains of want, hunger, suffering, money is but an inconvenience to manage— yet the obsession to possess it, to wield its power and false freedom, is beyond intoxication— beyond addiction— beyond human worth. Others sacrifice their years to scrape a subsistence, slaves to an economy built for the well-heeled, laborers, servants, swindled by the elite, ground down in silent devotion until one day they die— unnamed, unmourned, yet essential. And then those who grovel in the gutters, eating scraps, wearing rags, swallowing fire to silence the ache of existence— they too enrich the greedy overseers of an unjust society. Many classes. One humanity. Too little compassion.

  I would not ask for riches. I would not ask for glory, nor power, nor answers to the riddles of stars. But let me see them again. Let me reach through the veil and find my mother’s voice, the light in my father’s eyes, the warmth of friends I buried too soon. And when I go, let those I leave behind walk toward me one day on a road that does not end.