Automated minds

Habits carve paths in shadows,

Repetition crafts calm waves,

Cultural rites weave our frames,

Mindfulness guides thoughts and dreams,

Neurons dance to ritual’s tune.

Spark the start of smart

 Inquiring minds find light in the night,

Bright ideas fight through the plight.

When questions rise, wisdom flies high,

As wonders grow, answers glow nigh.

Dreams weave schemes, themes so supreme,

Gleams beam from thoughts, reality's stream.

Hearts embark on this arc of art,

For questions spark the start of smart.

Frosty Gratitude

 Two roads emerged in a graying wood, 

And glad we could not travel both 

But be one traveler, long we stood 

And looked back two as far as we could 

To where they bent in the undergrowth;

Then took together, as just as fair, 

And having perhaps the better claim, 

Because they were grassy and wanted wear; 

Though as for that the passing there 

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay 

In leaves no step had trodden black. 

Oh, we kept the first for another day! 

Yet knowing how way leads on to way, 

We doubted if we should ever go back.

We shall be telling this with a smile 

Somewhere sages and pages hence: 

Two roads emerged in a wood, and I— 

We took the one that made this moment, 

And that has made all the difference.

I notice my breath

I notice my breath, shallow and uneven, 

Drawing in deeply, my chest expands, 

A moment of stillness, clarity in the pause, 

Slowly exhaling, tension melts away, 

Rhythmic breaths, a soothing, meditative beat, 

Grounded and centered, reconnecting with now, 

Calm and focused, ready to face the world.

Emerging Lobo's

Lobo's gaze, akin to celestial orbs,

Illuminates the path of virtue,

Yet, within the same luminescence,

Lurks the abyss of moral ambiguity.

Lobo's breath, a zephyr of tranquility,

Whispers the essence of equanimity,

Yet, with a mere shift of the wind,

Transforms into a maelstrom of ire.

Lobo's paws, embodiments of fortitude,

Traverse the terrain of resilience,

Yet, beneath their formidable exterior,

Lies the tremor of existential dread.

Lobo's presence, a harmonious symphony,

Resonates with the cadence of grace,

Yet, interwoven within the melody,

Is the discordant note of chaos.

Lobo's gaze, a beacon of promise,

Guides through the labyrinth of night,

Yet, in its melancholic howl,

Echoes the lament of lost enlightenment.

Rising leap

 Rising above the now, we stand on the precipice of time, 

Each moment fleeting, a fervent leap of desire. 

In the ephemeral present, we trust in the patterns 

That whisper promises, believing in the continuity 

Of our transient selves.

To transcend the now, we embrace uncertainty, 

With courage and hope, we navigate the unknown. 

Self, a vessel of moments, guided by currents of belief, 

Each now a wave, shaping the voyage of our being.

In the crest of existence, past and future converge, 

Our truth requires a leap into boundless embrace.

Answers are a balm

 Zombies seek brains for answers, but the truth is undead and brains may not contain it.