Existence unfolds—
a fragile bridge suspended
between memory and hope.
Each step hums with the weight
of what has been,
each breath holds the soft pull
of what may come.
The past lingers—
a quiet music drifting through
the corridors of thought,
while the future stretches ahead,
a canvas half-lit by the sun's edge.
Yet the thread that tethers us
to the present
is as thin as the hush between heartbeats,
a fleeting convergence of breath and light.
Regret stands like shadows
at the edge of dawn,
worry drifts,
slow as clouds over fields
left to their wildness.
Still, the sky—wide, untouched—
reminds us that this moment is enough.
Perhaps in the hush of divine wisdom,
a hand cradles the present,
offering it as gift,
an invitation to soften the gaze
and let the heart rest here.
To live is to gather light—
the slant of sun through leaves,
the echo of laughter spun by the wind,
the small miracles nestled
beneath the day's hurried steps.
Gratitude grows in these quiet places,
binding us gently to the beauty
that hums beneath it all.
MyKoul
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