30/01/2026
Some thoughts arrive to be untied,
Others to be felt, not pried.
Today, let thinking soften slow,
And let the soul take what it knows.
Not every truth needs shape or sound,
Some rise when stillness gathers round.
In quiet yes and gentle no,
The paths you’ve outgrown start to go.
Let reflection be kind and light,
Release the need to wrong or right.
When you honor where you stand,
Wisdom meets you, hand in hand. ✨