Winds of change
Find little ways of sharing gratitude
For all you
You beautiful creatures
You entities that have chosen to be here
During this timeline
On this earth
To share your light and wisdom with the world
Create beautiful things
That build bridges
And share in our collective joy
Remember to give yourself gratitude
Something that should be shared
Even for the smallest cases
And spread out
Choose to show compassion to yourself
As well as others

Within our abilities
It’s in our grasp
To continue to search for abundance
And let go of the past
Choosing to push forward
Each and every day
We are here on this earth for a reason
No matter what they say
Choose to be true to your soul’s divinity
And spread the light
That shines from inside your soul
For more to see

Blooming in the darkness
Blooming in the darkness

In this journey
We never know which road to take
There are always choices
That one must make
Having to see beyond ourselves
Viewing from above as the higher self
Creating through trials and errors
Finding out
And pushing through those crazy towers
Even when the world seems dark
It doesn’t mean it’s the end
Crafting from down below
Plant the seeds so they grow
Even in the darkness
Buds will bloom
And become bright
Shining lights
Through and through
We live
Breathe
And die
As one
On this earth
Under the same moon
And sun
Creating a new reality
Choose compassion
And love everybody

We can be our own worst critics
Hardest contributors
To either our own personal joy
Or hell on earth
I know this
Sadly
From personal experience
That as a creator
I am my largest critic
Working each day to shed more light
And bring more positivity to myself
As well as the world around us
Sharing in everyone else’s wins
Yet forgetting to show joy in my own
Shift the perspective
Change the narrative
You can always start again
You can always begin anew
Choose now
Work towards that brighter future

Create art
In a vibrant and colorful style
Seamless
We never know in this life
Which way the wind will blow
High above
We walk
Almost as light as we can
On this tiny tightrope
Above the atmosphere
High above the city
Looking down below
We never know
Really
Which way the wind will blow

So
Keeping up with time
Ever-changing pace
Where is the right place
For me to show my face?
Is it something
That I have not seen before?
Or is it the same path
That I should just ignore?
Choosing which way
Even if it’s terrifying
Being true to yourself
Can be oh-so gratifying
Continue forward
Push through
Time is but an illusion
When it comes to nature’s bloom
We never ask
For anything else
Except for gratitude
It takes its time
It plants itself
It may take decades
To come into being
The fruition may be slow
But it’s there
Trust me

combined from many different poems and prompts for art by jacque with the help of GPT keeping my words as written by me on the 8th of May 2025