As dawn whispers to the sleeping world,
On this first day of March, twenty-twenty-five,
Awaken to the symphony of your own breath,
A gentle rhythm, a dance of life divine.
In the quiet of this Saturday morn,
Let your mind be as still as a mountain lake,
Reflecting the vast sky of possibilities,
Unburdened by the ripples of yesterday's wake.
Each thought, a feather floating on the breeze,
Neither grasped nor pushed away,
Simply observed with gentle awareness,
As you embrace the gift of today.
In the garden of your heart, plant seeds
Of kindness, truth, and self-love,
Watch them grow into mighty oaks,
Branches reaching to the heavens above.
Step lightly on the earth, dear one,
For you are both the dreamer and the dream,
In this moment, perfect and complete,
A radiant thread in life's grand tapestry.
Rise and Shine @ Saturday, March 1st