art: Stratis Vogiatzis

Art: maker unknown

Art: Kristin Manson

When a spark met a stone - in delicious delight-

I breathe the stunning truthof word and will - as Mercury and Mars unite in the deep water of Scorpio,amusingly diffusing illusions - go and inhabit the space where silence no longer hides the next phrase.Move into that phase.The waning Moon drifts in Libra’s arms,teaching that balance is not a pause- always the movement -Let my outer voice loosen its grip on fear of the other shoe dropping;I form here, inside the tide of clarity, release disparity.Pulse procrastinating cadence with cosmos,I regress and progress into what has been carrying me.Direct and soft, the fire on water.I am the channel, the bridge, the form awakened by frequency.And the sky doesn’t judge...it listens.Frequency to formI.A.m

The still moment between breathsa remembrance of being,where memory births itself into air.The sighs of all that ever dreamed you.Each exhale...a ripple returning to source,each inhale...a silent oath to begin again.The body does not forget;it waits for the momentyou listen deeply enoughto remember your own becoming.So breathe- slow and sovereign - and feel the pulse of what is breathing back.

The peace of doing nothing.In stretching across the soft belly of a day,and minutes melt like honey.In silence that hums with a bird’s wing, a sigh, the thought that never needs to land.The world spinning a fevered dance of needing,but stillness has its own beat...slow, sovereign...(just cool enough to make time blush)It isn’t the pause before creation,it is creation, exhaling.When you rest, the noise unlatches.The mind drops its tangled keys.What remains is pulse- pure, simple pulse - the same rhythm that rocks oceansand whispers galaxies into being.So be lazy. Profoundly lazy.Watch clouds argue with the wind.Let your eyes water for no reason.There, in the soft blur between breath and being,you meet yourself againunhurried, undivided, perfectly alive.Lazing I.A.m

There’s a shift happening, subtle, steady.Light is not here to fight the dark; it’s here to teach it transformation.Every shadow holds truths to align to. Compassion is not weakness; it’s the quiet strength that builds bridges between worlds.It’s how we choose integrity over approval, compassion over defense, even when the world invites reaction.When we walk through chaos without adding to it or absorbing it,we are becoming mirrors of balance.Whatever energy we add will ripple outward, amplifying in the field of consciousness.And so, we are guided, not toward perfection, but toward equilibrium.To truly inhabit this world, not escape it.To remember that unity is not sameness…It is harmony born through difference.A gentle evolution forming in silence.