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.

I. Origins & Atoms (awe and science) Recycled Me My laugh may contain a supernova’s echo and some dinosaur. Atomic Confessions I’m a patchwork soul— Mars dust, Mozart, maybe mold. Still, I make it work. Shared Inheritance You and I might share a cell from Cleopatra— or her cat, perhaps. Breath of Ages Each breath has been breathed— by prophets, pirates, poets, and pollen in spring. In the Beginning Hydrogen whispered— then stars shouted in color. Now here I am: me. Old Soul Science I’m billions of years disguised as someone new. Don’t let it fool you. II. Impermanence & Time   (transience, letting go) On Impermanence Atoms drift like wind. Today they are my body— tomorrow, the sea. Memory Foam My spine holds echoes of stars collapsing in sleep. No wonder I ache. Unwritten Will This hand once held fire. Now it lifts a coffee cup. All things find their use. After I’m Gone Scatter me gently. The stars are always hiring new...

midnight shadows stir old regrets softly whisper ash drifts on cold stone

soft light filters in chilled bones warmed by fresh sunshine coffee and green shoots

an awakening  as dark fever is broken green leaves and bacon