BY I AM

Radio "I Am".

When I'm tired of the race for success,
Lost in a kaleidoscope of colorful days,
I silence the chats and the noise around,
I stop the race and stand my ground.

I just need a quiet night tonight,
To be with myself and my mind.
I'll pour the starlight from the sky into a glass,
And my heart is humming happy tunes at last.

Tune in to Radio "I Am"
They're sending you their loving plan
Let's sing my song of happiness
You are my dear little blessing

Tune in to Radio "I Am"
They're sending you their loving plan
Dance to the Radio of Heaven's Hearts
At a frequency of a thousand hertz

Exhale, inhale. Dance and sing. You can. Okay?
The world spins just for you today,
Right now the moment says, "Yes!"
And doors fly open to new miracles.

Standing at Point Zero, alone with myself,
I piece the mirror shards to spell "Eternity".
And now I'm merging into infinity,
One breath in—I fill my heart… and explode into light!
...The Black Hole bursts open — a flood of White.

Tune in to Radio "I Am"
They're sending you their loving plan
Let's sing my song of happiness
You are my dear little blessing

Tune in to Radio "I Am"
They're sending you their loving plan
Dance to the Radio of Heaven's Hearts
At a frequency of a thousand hertz

Embrace the reflections of broken mirrors
They're there to clear the distortions
Don't be afraid to look into black holes
Everything we remember and know about the world is there

Tune in to Radio "I Am"
They're sending you their loving plan
Let's sing my song of happiness
You are my dear little blessing

Tune in to Radio "I Am"
They're sending you their loving plan
Dance to the Radio of Heaven's Hearts
At a frequency of a thousand hertz

At a frequency of a thousand hertz...
A thousand hertz...

The beat of the track.

Click-clack... click-clack... click-clack...
It was a beautiful dream...
Or was it?

The train carries me from here to there,
Click-clack, click-clack... darkness in the air.
I slowly drift off to the soft sound of wheels —
Where the train dives deep into worlds of dreams.

Into another life, where I'm born anew,
Tracing a new orbit, unseen, yet true.
Through a wormhole, a shift in time,
A whole new reality unlocks my mind.

Two important stops appear before me,
Where the path bends and twists — in truth and reverie.
The Universe whispers: "This is not by chance,"
The currents shift — it's a sacred dance.

I remember this line, this winding trace,
I see my own path unfold in space.
I've found you! My blueprint of creation!
The call to manifest — the Universe's invitation!

Let my train rush to the beat of the track:
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack...
I love to float in the galaxy of dreams,
Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump...

I love to step into dreams at night,
To feel other worlds in the fading light.
But most of all, I love to wake right here, where it's real —
To build and create — to shape what I feel!
Let's send this beauty through the air,
You and me — we're alive, we're truly here!

I close my eyes, let the lines flow through me,
Bringing together the Universe’s mystery.
I release my songs — let them fly, let them run,
Finding their path and their sound under the sun.

You’re breaking free, and so am I
To live and create, under this sky!
Catching this rhythm, I breathe from the deep,
Flooding the world with a sound no one can keep!

I've found you — the blueprint of creation!
Do you hear this pulse? This vibration?
Thump-thump, thump-thump...
The world is changing all around,
This is the sound we've finally found!

Let my train rush to the beat of the track:
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack...
I love to float in the galaxy of dreams,
Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump...

I love to step into dreams at night,
To feel other worlds in the fading light.
But most of all, I love to wake right here, where it's real —
To build and create — to shape what I feel!
Let's send this beauty through the air,
You and me — we're alive, we're truly here!

Whether it was a dream or not — it doesn't matter now.
What matters is the rhythm — I feel it somehow.
You and I aren't just passengers on this ride.
We are the pulse that makes the world come alive.

Let my train rush to the beat of the track:
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack...
I love to float in the galaxy of dreams,
Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump...

I love to step into dreams at night,
To feel other worlds in the fading light.
But most of all, I love to wake right here, where it's real —
To build and create — to shape what I feel!
Let's send this beauty through the air,
You and me — we're alive, we're truly here!

Click-clack... click-clack...
It was a beautiful dream...
...Or was it?

Today.

From nine to five, from Monday to Friday,
Chasing the weekend, out on the highway.
After spring comes summer, season follows season,
Time flies away — and it needs no reason.

We keep saying, "We’ll do it later,"
But "Later" is a ghost, it's a faker.
Today is here, standing right by your side,
So forget the "Later" — let today be your guide.

Today we stop the rush, we look around,
Today — our feet are on the solid ground.
Today the clock is ours, not the other way,
Today — we finally own this single day!

We take things as they come our way,
Family, work, and chores — just another day.
"I’m under the weather, I need a day off..."
My boss: "Work from home — you can still type with a cough!"
Oops...

I’d get it done, but I need a minute,
To breathe deep and put my heart back in it.
Life won’t get longer if you run fast,
So let today be easy — make it last.

Today — if you need to, take a pause,
Today — forget about your flaws.
Today — whatever you want, go grab it,
Today’s not just a day — you gotta have it!

Again with the messages, calls, and pings,
We say, "I’m busy," tired of these things.
But life isn’t built on big plans,
It’s the little moments we hold in our hands.

I rushed this morning, didn’t hug you, my dear,
Forgot to say, "Thanks for dinner, glad you're here."
"Later" won’t bring back the moments divine,
Let’s just be close now — words left behind.

Let life whisper, "I'm here, stay with me,"
The simplest truth is being alive, being free.
No need to chase, no need to prove, no need to control —
We don't live life, life lives through us, that's all.

Life itself can be a cliché, it's true —
What everyone knows, everyone repeats too.

Today everyone is deeply loved,
Today we thank the skies above!
Today this day is rich and great,
And not bound by any calendar date!

Today…
Just today.

Antiphase.

Catch the wave!
It's an echo... ho... oh...
Oh... oh... oh... oh...

This morning I made coffee, smiled — the world felt so bright,
Sending good vibes out to all, everything felt right.
Mood is great, sun's shining, what a beautiful view,
Wishing the whole wide world a wonderful day too.
But stepping outside, it all goes sideways,
A neighbor ignores me, a car cuts me off,
The light turns to red, and the cashier just scoffs.
"What was that!? Am I doing something wrong?"

This is how an antiphase wave is born —
It's field physics, no evil eye, not a warning.
A 180 shift, a mirror's design,
The world bounced the signal right back down the line.
It's not an enemy, not a curse, not a personal attack —
It's just the law of physics, and that's a fact.
Antiphase is a natural manifestation,
Testing the strength and purity of my intention!

And the way I read this response —
That's where I find my freedom. That's where I make my choice.

Decided to share something cool, let my thoughts out,
Hesitated for ages, caught up in fear and doubt.
But I closed my eyes, hit the button — the post went live,
Thanks to those who liked it, who make me feel alive!
But where does this sudden backlash start?
Why are they writing nasty things, trying to tear me apart?
Maybe I shouldn't have opened up? Shouldn't have posted at all?
What was that? What makes them attack, what makes them crawl?

Physics doesn't care about likes or hate,
I just send a signal — and the field will resonate.
A match in my frequency sparks resonance,
An unaligned wave triggers antiphase.
I don't take it personally, keep an open mind —
Everyone responds with what they carry inside.

This is how an antiphase wave is born —
It's field physics, no evil eye, not a warning.
A 180 shift, a mirror's design,
The world bounced the signal right back down the line.
It's not an enemy, not a curse, not a personal attack —
It's just the law of physics, and that's a fact.
Antiphase is a natural manifestation,
Testing the strength and purity of my intention!

I'm just a regular person, treating everyone the same,
Sharing what's dear to me, not playing any game.
I try to give this world a piece of who I am,
But the world doesn't always play nice — sometimes it slams.
Should I fight back? Turn away from the door?
Or just take a breath, let it pass, and find peace at the core?

It's pure physics, no secrets here:
I push against a wall — it pushes back, that's clear.
For every action, a reaction will rise,
The world only mirrors what we shape and devise.
But how do I react when the antiphase arrives?
I look inside! Is there an emotion that survives?
Is there a sting, a vibration that grew?
If it's not about me — it'll pass right through.
But if everything inside is ringing, shaking fast —
It's a mirror on the wall, showing who I am at last.
I can fight the wave — and it will swallow me.
I can run from it — and it will follow me.
But I can look at it — and see myself, that's the spark.
Skip it? Fight it? Or thank it for the dark?
Take note of the shift, close the loop, let it grow?
That's my choice. My ground. The only truth I know.
I don't fight their wave. I change my geometry.
I'm not a victim. I'm the observer. I'm energy.

This is how an antiphase wave is born —
It's field physics, no evil eye, not a warning.
A 180 shift, a mirror's design,
The world bounced the signal right back down the line.
It's not an enemy, not a curse, not a personal attack —
It's just the law of physics, and that's a fact.
Antiphase is a natural manifestation,
Testing the strength and purity of my intention!
I choose what to take. I choose what to leave behind.
That's where my choice is. That's where my freedom's defined.

I send out a wave.
The world responds.
I listen for where it rings.
I choose what to take.
I choose what to let go.
You can't blame a wall for just being a wall.
The inner resonance fades...

The Mirror.

I saw the post, kept silent, held my breath,
Letting it burn, staring down the depth.
It broke the peace, the quiet I had earned,
But in the crash, the lesson was learned.

Trust is open, not owned,
Truth is shared, not loaned.
You be you, and I’ll be me,
Free to be who we’re meant to be.

Betrayal’s not them — it’s the shadow I knew,
Hungry for praise, desperate to prove my worth.
Rose-coloured glasses shatter and fall inward,
A truth so raw it can’t be blurred.

The mirror shows what I didn’t want to see,
I see you now — not a wound, but part of me.
We are not two, we’re becoming one forever,
No need to hide… we are together.

Forever… together…
One whole.

“Why me?” fades into “What am I missing?”
“How could you?” turns to self‑listening.
I let go of control, I turn to myself,
And step away from the dreams left on the shelf.

The pain was mine to hold, not theirs to keep,
I gave too much, while my self‑worth was cheap.
Love’s not a prize for what I do, not a debt I pay,
It’s already here — I just forgot the way.
But I remembered…

Betrayal’s not them — it’s the shadow I knew,
Hungry for praise, desperate to prove my worth.
Rose-coloured glasses shatter and fall inward,
A truth so raw it can’t be blurred.

The mirror shows what I didn’t want to see,
I see you now — not a wound, but part of me.
We are not two, we’re becoming one forever,
No need to hide… we are together.

Forever… together…
One whole.

No more “Why”, just “What don’t I see?”
No more “You”, just “What’s in me?”
The mirror’s cold, but the view is clear,
Healing begins when I’m present and clear.

Betrayal’s not them — it’s the shadow I knew,
Hungry for praise, desperate to prove my worth.
Rose-coloured glasses shatter and fall inward,
A truth so raw it can’t be blurred.

The mirror shows what I didn’t want to see,
I see you now — not a wound, but part of me.
We are not two, we’re becoming one forever,
No need to hide… we are together.

Forever… together…
One whole.

My worth is mine, under my skin,
No one can take what was always within.
The sun shines on, through cloud and rain,
Every wound was a door out of pain.
Thank you.

Reflections.

Mirror, mirror on the wall…
Show me who I am after all.

The glass reflects a vicious, targeted attack:
Cold gossip, sharp critique, and hatred striking back.
A toxic comment, someone trying to break my pride,
The world throws dirt. What gets stirred up inside?

Oh… so they're talking about me? They think I'm that weak?
Does this mean I am broken? It cuts me so deep!
They're so cruel, hurting me for no reason at all,
I'll just lock the door, build a giant stone wall.

You wanna go? Fine! Bring on the war!
I'll hit you back harder than ever before!
Tit for tat, same old drama on repeat,
I'll show you who's boss, I will never retreat!

Oh, wow. Thank you, mirror, for showing me why.
There's stuff deep inside me I can't just deny.
I'll process this feeling to clear up my mind,
I'll dig down so deep and see what I find.

Wait… did you say something? It flew right past my ear,
I missed all your drama, I'm sorry, my dear.
Just flew right past me, gone without a trace…
Next!

Mirror, mirror on the wall…
Show me who I am after all.

The glass is blank. It's quiet, distant, chill.
No hate, no praise, an empty space so still.
An unanswered text, no feedback, no sign,
The world is indifferent, just holding the line.

So I am invisible? Nobody cares?
Am I that boring? Just smoke in the air?
They treat me like nothing, it's brutally cold,
Just another sad story that never gets told.

You dare to ignore me?! You think you can hide?!
I’ll make you look at me, I'll trample your pride!
I'll make enough noise just to break through this wall,
I'll show you my power, I'll conquer you all!

Interesting… silence. There's nothing to see,
What is this quiet space trying to tell me?
Thank you for showing me this empty part,
I'll look deep inside to find peace in my heart.

Nothing is ringing? No signal received?
Okay, moving on, I'm not hurt or aggrieved.
There's nothing to look at, no reason to chat...
Whatever. Next!

Mirror, mirror on the wall…
Show me who I am after all.

The glass reflects a bright and golden glow:
Applause, sweet compliments, love starting to flow.
They cheer for my name, they say I'm divine,
The world throws roses. Is this really mine?

You say I am great? No, you've got it all wrong,
I'm just hiding my fear, I was never that strong.
You use these words just to get what you need.
This praise is a trap, and it makes my heart bleed.

Are they mocking me now? Are they playing a trick?
I'm better than all of you, my style is too sick!
I'll show you real greatness, I'll stay at the top,
I'll fight for this crown and I'm never gonna stop!

Oh, thank you for showing this beautiful part,
I didn't quite see it inside of my heart.
I open my arms and I let the light in,
I accept this reflection, let healing begin.

You say I am wonderful? Cool, that is so sweet.
But it doesn't change how I walk down the street.
It's just a nice echo, a breeze in the wind…
Thank you. Next!

Mirror, mirror on the wall…
Show me who I am after all.

The mirror replies:
"Oh, my God! How much more of this?
I'm just showing you it all every single minute!
It's a lifetime subscription.
Can you finally make up your mind?
The endless loop? Soap operas, horror, drama?
Or something a bit more original?"

What do you choose?
The endless loop?
Or yourself?

The loop.

We get everything we truly want, you know…
But I, like so many, wasn’t ready for the flow.
I want it all — I admit it!
But to change something? No way!
When the familiar world begins to crack,
The alarm goes off inside — attack!
My Ego screams like it’s gone insane,
Stomping feet, clinging to the past again:
Mine! I won’t give it back!
I know this road, I know each stone,
Same faces, same wounds I’ve always known.
But I am strong! I’ll stand! Won’t break!
I’ll fight to the death or till I wake!

Pain is fuel, pain is a sign,
That I’m alive — I’m still in the fight.
The circle closes, another turn,
My badge of suffering — hard-earned.

Running in circles! Faster! Stronger!
The more we bleed — the longer we linger!
Fighting is honor, resistance is light,
Endless war — and no end in sight!
I want love and happiness that's true —
But I hold on to what destroys me too!
I want money, freedom, open space —
But debts and jobs I hate, I chase!
I want to be young, healthy, whole —
But I poison myself, losing control!

New faces, new places, it’s all the same,
Nothing really changes in this game.
Same old pitfalls, new bruises, same old track,
Another round — I mark it down as a mistake.
Round after round — the proof is clear:
It’s useless! I knew it all along, my dear!
Rock bottom. The fall.
But I won’t give up — I clench my fists! I’m strong after all!

Just these impossible circumstances I can’t control:
Yes, but… the system's rigged, it takes its toll…
I’m burnt out, losing grip on my soul…
Doom spending just to feel whole…
Life's gone mad — protecting my peace, losing control…
It's my trauma, generational pain, forever playing its role…
The world is ending… got no time, no money at all…
It's not my fault — that's just life!
I want inner peace and peace everywhere,
But I choose the fight — it's my call!
I want to change everything — I do it all!
But I'm doing fucking nothing at all!

I’m strong! I’ll cope! I’ll hold on tight!
One more circle! One more fight!
Don’t stop! Don’t admit defeat!
Fight! Prove! Endure the heat!
Be right! Play the victim! Play the hero!
Forever…
Forever…
FOREVER ZERO!

…Until we decide to stop.
Until the strength just fades away.
Until the circle becomes a grave.
Until “I can” becomes
“I’ve got no fight left.”
Rock bottom.
Silence.
The illusion of strength shattered against reality.
Eight years of fleeing.
Fear paralyzes…
And the more you resist,
The harder and longer the fall into the dark.

If only I could have acted differently…
Illusion. I couldn’t. Period.
If I could've, I would've, that's clear.
If my aunt had balls, she'd be my uncle.
This wasn’t a mistake — it was the lesson I needed.
I can act differently — right now, right here!
With gratitude for all I’ve been through.
Moving on?

Choose yourself.

Mmm… if… if… stop.

It’s not about agreeing — it’s about accepting,
Just face reality — it’s a fact.
The rain’s falling down, I sense the anger,
The wind blows hard — the lights are out.
The feed’s gone quiet. Period.
No question “why?”, no question “how?”
All you need is to see things clearly:
Just tell me what to do right now.

Accept! Release! Forgive!
And choose, choose, choose — yourself!
Break every chain and live,
And love, love, love — yourself!
Accept! Release! Forgive!
And choose, choose, choose — yourself!
No looking back, just live,
And love, love, love — yourself!

Let go of doubts and all the fear,
The noise and chaos that used to steer.
Don’t fight the truth — it’s all in vain,
You’ll only hit a dead end again.
The door opens with forgiveness now,
I’ve dropped the weight I used to hold.
No more regrets, no more old pain,
No need to play this tit for tat.

Accept! Release! Forgive!
And choose, choose, choose — yourself!
Break every chain and live,
And love, love, love — yourself!
Accept! Release! Forgive!
And choose, choose, choose — yourself!
No looking back, just live,
And love, love, love — yourself!

The door is open, the way is clear,
So many roads are waiting here.
Without acceptance, you’d never see
Which path is meant for you and me.
What next? I choose today,
I make my choice, I clear the way.
I’ll own this day, I’ll own this hour,
This life, this moment — it’s my power.

Accept! Release! Forgive!
And choose, choose, choose — yourself!
Break every chain and live,
And love, love, love — yourself!
Accept! Release! Forgive!
And choose, choose, choose — yourself!
No looking back, just live,
And love, love, love — yourself!

Choose it right now. I choose...
Myself…
I am.

This shit song.

Yeah…
Rich collective farm.
We make this shit.
You want some?
Nah. We keep it secure.

They put a bucket at my door,
Like "Here, eat this — it’s not a chore."
I won’t ask why, I won’t ask who,
No PhD in number two — I’m through.

No deep philosophy, ain't a thousand types of sludge,
No "turn this shit to candy" guide, I will not budge.
I won’t beat myself up and cry "What did I do wrong?"
I won’t throw fists or scream "Who made this all go wrong?"

Rich collective farm — we make this shit!
Give it? No way. We’re keeping all of it!
This bucket’s not my road, not my truth, not my plan,
I’m letting go, I’m taking my next step, man.

I won’t chase the stink, won’t hunt the blame,
It’s all the same old tired game.
The only thing that shifts? My point of view —
I see this shit, and then I’m through.

Rich collective farm — we make this shit!
Give it? No way. We’re keeping all of it!
This bucket’s not my road, not my truth, not my plan,
I’m letting go, I’m taking my next step, man.

Step one: see this shit — don’t look away,
Step two: accept, it’s here to stay.
No point in fighting what is done,
Step three: bless the moment, then move on.

Step four: forgive myself and all,
Step five: let go, let it fall.
Now I ask: "What’s next, how fast?"
I’m done with dragging out the past.

No need to dig, no need to dwell,
Just drop this shit and wish it well.
I plant my feet on solid ground —
This is my choice, this is my sound.

Shit comes and goes — I don't get stuck inside,
I choose my move, I keep my power high.
Shit comes and goes — but I stay on my path,
I own my choice, I own my next step.

Step six: "Am I okay with this?"
Straight answer: No. No flinch, I don't miss.
Step seven: "What options do I have now?"
I write them down, clear the fog somehow.

Step eight: I pick the best, no lesser evil,
The option that makes me feel more real.
Step nine: If nothing fits — I set my intention,
I’ll make the right move, no question.

No blame, no shame, no looking back,
Just facts and choices — that’s my track.
I call the shots, I set the pace,
I own my space, I own this place.

And final step: I act. I move. I don’t look back.
That’s the algorithm, that’s my exact track.

Shit comes and goes — I don’t get stuck inside,
I choose my move, I keep my power high.
Shit comes and goes — but I stay on my path,
I own my choice, I own my next step.

I see this shit, I name it clear,
I drop the weight, I have no fear.
I choose forward, I own my fate —
And that’s my way, I navigate.

The Truth song.

Yeah…
Life brings the truth.
Sometimes it's heavy.
You ready?
Nah. But you can handle it.

They drop a burden at my door,
Like "Here, carry this — it's not a chore."
I won't ask why, I won't ask who,
No expert on what's heavy — I'm through.

No deep philosophy, no thousand types of weight,
No "turn this mess to gold" tutorial, not my fate.
I won’t beat myself up and cry "What did I do wrong?"
I won't throw fists or scream "Who made this all go wrong?"

Life brings the truth — we carry it!
Give it away? No way. I'll sort it out!
This weight's not my path, not my truth, not my aim,
I'm breaking free, I'm taking my next step.

I won't chase the weight, won't hunt the blame,
It's all the same old tired game.
The only thing that shifts? My point of view —
I see the truth, and then I'm through.

Life brings the truth — we carry it!
Give it away? No way. I'll sort it out!
This weight's not my path, not my truth, not my aim,
I'm breaking free, I'm taking my next step.

Step one: see the truth — don't look away,
Step two: accept — it's here to stay.
No point in fighting what is done,
Step three: bless the moment, then move on.
Step four: forgive myself and all,
Step five: let go, let it fall.
Now I ask: "What's next, how fast?"
I'm done with dragging out the past.

No need to dig, no need to dwell,
Just drop the weight and wish it well.
I plant my feet on solid ground —
This is my choice, this is my sound.

Truth comes and goes — I don't get stuck inside,
I choose my move, I keep my power high.
Truth comes and goes — but I stay on my path,
I own my choice, I own my next step.

Step six: "Am I okay with this?"
Straight answer: No. No flinch, I don't miss.
Step seven: "What options do I have now?"
I write them down, clear the fog somehow.
Step eight: I pick the best, no lesser evil,
The option that makes me feel more real.
Step nine: If nothing fits — I set my intention,
I’ll make the right move, no question.

No blame, no shame, no looking back,
Just facts and choices — that's my track.
I call the shots, I set the pace,
I own my space, I own this place.
And final step: I act. I move. I don't look back.
That's the algorithm, that's my exact track.

Truth comes and goes — I don't get stuck inside,
I choose my move, I keep my power high.
Truth comes and goes — but I stay on my path,
I own my choice, I own my next step.

I see the truth, I name it clear,
I drop the weight, I have no fear.
I choose forward, I own my fate —
And that's my way, I navigate.

Bridges.

We are bridges.
We are beacons.
We are tuning forks...
Tuned to the pulse of life.

We do not flee to cosmic skies,
Nor lose ourselves inside a dream.
No white robes here, no shore to hide —
We build our bridges beam by beam.
The sky and earth — we stand upon the line,
The junction where two worlds can finally meet.
We live and grow, to make the real align,
To bring love and grace down into the street.

This is the path of small and quiet steps,
And big choices made right here, right now.
The road has thorns, and the journey tests,
But each step is filled with love, we let it flow.

We are bridges, standing in the flow,
We are beacons shining through the night.
Tuning forks—aligned to life's pulse and glow,
We carry love and grace and inner light.
We share our light, it becomes the sun,
We're all connected, standing as one.
Souls of the universe, we light the way,
Our story's just begun today.

Love's not butterflies, not unicorns we chase,
Sometimes it comes in a rough wrapper, in an unexpected place.
But it's a gift that waits right at your door,
Unwrap it yourself, the Universe gives more.
No crutches, no guru, no potions to make us whole,
Let a crutch be a crutch, not a borrowed wing for the soul.
We stand on our own, we shed what we outgrew,
Our inner ground is our compass, our home, our truth.

This is the path of small and quiet steps,
And big choices made right here, right now.
The road has thorns, and the journey tests,
But each step is filled with love, we let it flow.

We are bridges, standing in the flow,
We are beacons shining through the night.
Tuning forks—aligned to life's pulse and glow,
We carry love and grace and inner light.
We share our light, it becomes the sun,
We're all connected, standing as one.
Souls of the universe, we light the way,
Our story's just begun today.

No grand mission to make everyone happy,
No need to teach — they'll find their way, maybe.
I lay no claim to ultimate truth to hold,
Each soul has their own path, their story to unfold.
My goal is simple: just to live, just to be,
To do what I can with love — enough for me.
In flow and harmony with my soul, I stand,
Life flows through me across the open land.

We remember who we truly are.
We rise to connect with the Source,
And channel the light, a message of love.
We plant our roots deep in the earth,
And stand firm on our feet.

This is the path of small steps.
Sometimes big. Sometimes dark.
Sometimes with no clue where we're going.
But every small choice is a feat —
A quiet contribution, a seed that's growing.
And the bridge doesn't ask where it leads.
It simply stands between the shores...
A lighthouse — it simply shines...

You can meditate endlessly under a tree,
But God has no hands but ours.

We are bridges, standing in the flow,
We are beacons shining through the night.
Tuning forks—aligned to life's pulse and glow,
We carry love and grace and inner light.
We share our light, it becomes the sun,
We're all connected, standing as one.
Souls of the universe, we light the way,
Our story's just begun today.

We are bridges.
We are beacons.
We are tuning forks.
We hold up the sky.
We hear the pulse of life.
We are one. We are here.

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