Land of Possibilities

Don’t forget—

 there is a land of possibilities.

 Some of us find it in our dreams,

 sometimes

 even when we’re awake.

 And the most fortunate

 live it

 every single day.

What do you choose to honor today?

 Is it the deep, heavy weight

 of the past,

 or the uncertain storm

 of the future?

What if neither truly exists—

 or maybe they all do,

 all at once?

How will you choose?

Will you stay in the cocoon,

 wrapped in the dark comfort

 of your fears?

Or will you take a chance,

 spread your spirit wide,

 and breathe

 every moment

 into existence?

There is no perfect answer.

 Only the truth

 that your free will

reveals today

.

VP

Gardens We Dream

The gardens we visit in our dreams

 are not just ours—

 they belong to thousands of souls

 who’ve passed through Earth,

 drawn again

 to blooming flowers

 and pollinators dancing

 with no regard

 for anything else.

There is nothing more to say.

 Nature speaks

 in silent rhythms,

coming back each year

 as if guided

 by the most precise clock.

Their consistency,

 their quiet resilience,

 returns with grace—

 unbothered by the long sleep of winter.

 With pride,

 with courage,

 they rise again

 and shine

 in full, unwavering confidence.

 VP

Human Flower

I can be like them,

 in my dreams—

 sensitive, delicate,

 and strong.

I show my skin

 with no fear of judgment,

 because I know my worth.

 My beauty

 is undeniable.

Like a flower,

 I stand tall

 and dance

 in the garden.

.

We are just angels—

 sparks of the universe

 becoming human flowers,

 able to endure

 the strongest storm

 and the burning sun.

We stand,

 until the time comes

 to let go of our petals,

 and forget

 we were ever there.

VP