The sun climbs slowly, you wake up in the morning with. A promise to pause, breathe this cool, calmer air Ask yourself what is truly fair, ask yourself what are the things you need to do for today, ask yourself what makes of you today What is yours to hold, what are the things that slips away that is beyond your control, what belongs to chance that isn’t for you to be affected with whatever this circumstance brings you Ask yourself what is truly fair, what yours to govern, or what power lies not in the storm and sea, or is it possible that your could let them be...

That spark of reason is a choice, where each heart is a seed that grown and learns how to survive That power to choose is like learning how to stand, choose and steer with our own mind and feelings Within ourself’s capacity to seed what is needed, and what is needed to make through the process Don’t let our fears and our doubts preside on what’s to control what next to the circumstance is…

With our own reasoned thought, and with the heart of choice, that is our own guiding light for manning our own sanity Not those born out of whims, nor those fleeting call, but with a steady mind and hand that shapes it all In our own thought of goodness, it dwells in our own judgement that is clear Our own compass that is firm and strong, not in winds that directs us to new directions, but in the choices we made from our own wisdom’s scale...

Some things are ours to steer and to create, while others drift, it’s already beyond our grasp Night’s winds may howl, the seas may roar but within those shore, we hold our ground in order not to toss away by these waves back Our thoughts, our mind, our choices are ours, but like the stars, we are bounded by fate from rising skies But the world may toss or take you, to a thread like situation we might choose to make...

Unnoticeable life chains in life hardly show noticed until they grow deeper from your daily roots They are like small fleeting joys, like a harmless treat that will soon anchor tightly on both your daily routines, both heart and feet We cradle to these small comforts both small and sweet kinds, until you believe them like your fine conceit These are like webs with strands so thin, addictions that grow from ways where they begin until you barely get away without them...

Our mind is our compass, points to the path that we ought to pursue yet sharp and true Each moment brings you the ways to light up your path from darkest shadows to points that shapes our days Let these wisdom guide me through fray, to think and care to the acts that brings grace to you Your mind is your most cared space, with no reckless flight, but just with a steadfast choice you can continually find your truest purpose...