Ask the Universe

Ask the Universe…And let it answer in the way, inspiring us to look further,  make transcendental changes. 

I stand in the quiet between -

the maybes and the might,

Minds open wide like-

morning catching light in the sunrise

I’ve been creating sparks in spaces,

I learned to inspire.

But tonight I’m letting silence speak out more than-

any words can express up.

If the answer’s hidden, 

let me find it soon,

If the path is shifting, 

show me where to move ahead .

So I’ll ask the Universe—

listen to my thoughts, 

feel my pulse,

Take this weight and turn it into realm.

I’ll ask the Universe,

Guide my steps, 

let me explore,

let me shape unique viewpoints.

I’ve seen water flow fast like-

storms that don’t stop.

But I’ve also felt the future in the way the wind turns storm,

If I ask questions, 

then I’ll collect great feedback like gems,

Cause even unanswered truth can pull you off the ground up.

No more ignorance for a sign in the noise,

I’ll observe deep till my fear becomes a choice.

So I’ll ask the Universe—

Hear my true voice, feel my pulse,

Take this weight and turn it into something significant.

I’ll ask the Universe,

Guide my steps, let me learn,

Every great experience becomes a lesson I can share with.

I don’t need guarantees, 

I need room to grow,

I don’t need control—

just the courage to go,

If change is in the timing, 

let it take my rhyme,

I’ll stop running circles,

and I’ll embrace open space.

Yeah, I’ll ask the Universe—

Show me what’s meant for me,

Let the lessons finally set me free.

I’ll ask the Universe,

Through the dark and through the doubt,

I’ll trust the turning—

watch us growing,

watch us moving forward.

Ask the Universe…

And let it answer in the way,

inspire us to look further,  

make a leap transcendentally.

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Immersed

 So I release the positive thoughts to stand apart. And let the unusual experience rewrite my tale. In every layer, I’m evolving. Not just alive… but fully immersed into the realm.

I stepped inside the frame being drawn,
A world that felt more real than before.
Where every edge was undefined
And issues dissolved inside my mind top.

The boundaries began to bend
No start, no finish, no pretend
I sometimes lost the distance, 

lost the point of view
And everything became -

just so holistic, so odd

No separation left to find
Between the outer and inner world

I’m fully immersed in the moment’s design
Where yours and mine no longer divide.
Every sense is amplified
In a world I cannot step outside
I’m fully immersed, hopefully there’s no silo wall.
In every try, in every turn
Issue dissolves and reappears
As something deeper than it seems.

The signal flows beneath the surface,
A quiet pulse I’m setting out.
Not just observed, but intertwined
A dynamic universe with space and time.

The more I try to understand
The more it slips from my knowledge scope.
Like meaning isn’t meant to hold
But something felt, not something told

And every layer I reveal
Becomes another way to feel and articulate. 

If I could step beyond the seasonal stream
Would I still know what’s real to the world?
Or is the truth within the flow
The only way I’ll ever know?

Maybe distance was a contrast realm,
We told ourselves to continue reaching up.

I’m fully immersed, no need to hide.
The inner world from what’s outside
Every boundary redefined
As perception reshapes the storyline
I’m fully immersed, and now I see a different perspective.
The world is not apart from me
It’s something I co-create and feel up to.
An the colorful picture of what is real.

So I release the positive thoughts to stand apart
And let the unusual experience rewrite my tale.
In every layer, I’m evolving
Not just alive… but fully immersed into the realm.

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Temporal Realm

If I can’t stop the spinning gears, then I’ll choose what I create. Let the nature inspires who I'd like to become, how to live a fulfilling life.

I woke up in a rhyme of summer rain,

Past the hush of yesterday’s flame,

Streetlights blinking in a silver line,

Casting shadows through the same old frame.

Every idea becomes a thread,

Every outdated custom learns to bend—

I’m  watching a spark in the corner across-

the street and alley,

Still holding on to where I’ve been through.

Tell me—who keeps the energy high when we feel exhausted,

Who turns the pages when storms come?

Welcome to the temporal realm,

Where the seconds and minutes merge into the riverside flow,

Where passion turns slow to instant glow.

And every “soon” is falling over.

I run but can I outrun the tide,

I’m learning how to let go—

In the temporal realm,

I’m becoming what I don’t know.

There’s a river made of “almost,”

That never quite arrives on cue,

The years carry on seasonal expectation,

Bringing up new perspectives in the echo of historical time.

I’ve seen dawns woven from the emerging beam,

Tiny seeds of creativity breaking through—

If the minutes take their toll,

I’ll be inspirational in truth with something new.

So I stay alert like the change is part of realm.

I continue to write stories in fleeting light beam.

Maybe time is just a gateway,

Maybe asking questions is how we grow,

Maybe “change the world” is a practice—

Not a promise we can hold for a short time.

If I can’t stop the spinning gears,

Then I’ll choose what I create:

Let the nature inspires who I'd like to become.

How to live a fulfilling life.

Welcome to the temporal realm,

Where the day and night hum a different theme,

Where every effort leaves a seed,

And every tear turns into a shining waterdrop.

I won’t waste the time I’m given,

I’ll carry wonder like a torch—

In the temporal realm,

I’m continually discovering -

the influence I could make, 

the purposes of what I’m for.

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Tearful

 In the quiet after the voice fades. I think through what happened for so many years. Some issues are not so cheerful. But for the truth they wake.

In the quiet after the noise fades,
I hear the echo of nature's sound.
Like a signal lost between two worlds-

East & West,
Still different, still the same.

You were a map I couldn’t read,
A language just beyond my reach.
Now every silence speaks of somethings,
In ways you couldn’t tell completely.

And I trace the blurred pictures in my mind
Where I feel upset but haven't healed.

I’m tearful in the spaces you left behind.
Confused in the words we haven’t defined
Every memory cuts like crystal light
Making me mindful tonight.
I’m tearful, not just for what I experienced.
But for how we shall solve crucial issues of different types.
Of clarifying truth with sequence and consequence.
Now all I have are echoes of wisdom.

Time moves like a running river,
I watch it pass but feel the weight.
Of every moment we let slip,
Through the tide of chances and waves of ideas.

It’s the wisdom I’d like to pursue,
A paradox I tried to deal with.
Now I’m sifting through the chaff,
Of everything we try to solve.
And I look through every undone choice,
Like a history I can't rewrite.

If I could bend the arc of time,
Would I choose the same storyline?
Or let it pass like fleeting moment.
A lesson invaluable enough to bear.

So observe the world deeply,
With a mind that thinks, a view that is so unique.

I’m tearful, but I finally understand.
Not all our anger is meant to be misunderstood.
The strength can be built via our persistent pursuit.

The framework of who we are, what we try to achieve.
I’m tearful, but I’m learning why and what.
To carry cultural intelligence in the now.
And though things are unusual, it’s still part of dynamic realm,

A quiet rhythm in my truthful roadmap.

In the quiet after the voice fades,
I think through what happened for so many years.
The issues are not so cheerful,
But for the truth they wake.

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Unspeakable

 So many talents are raw; uncaptured, undefined, untamed. Some truths are not for speaking of. But only felt… carried on, and moved forward.

There’s a space between the words I say
Where something happened but didn’t unveil.
A shape that shifts, a shadowed mind.
I almost know, but cannot name.

It lingers just beneath the obvious.
A quiet storm that cleansed the surroundings.
Every time I discern, I understand something.
Like issues dissolving through what I say.

And I feel it more than I can show,
A wisdom no language seems to know.

It’s the unspeakable thing.
A silence that still tries to sing.
In every pause, in every tear.
In every choice I can make.
It’s the unspeakable thing,
A weight with neither form nor shape.
I carry it through so many years.
But I can’t say what it is, 

it’s just that unspeakable thing.

I’ve traced it through my memories,
Hidden in the grey area and in-betweens.
In every chat I took too long,
In every place I don’t belong

It’s not quite normal, not quite under control,
Not something I can just forget.
A presence shaped like what could be
And what was never meant for me

It pushes and pulls, then disappears.
An unspeakable that echoes through the years.

It’s the unspeakable thing
A silence that still manages to sing
In every sigh, in every frown,
In every choice I didn’t make.
It’s the unspeakable thing
A weight with neither this nor that,
I carry it through so long time,
But I can’t say what it is.

If I could name it, would it fade?
Or sharpened into something more understandable?
Is it truth or just a seam
In the fabric of a dynamic realm.

Or is it where the real begins
Beyond the edge of where I’ve been?

It’s the unspeakable thing
Not loss, not fake, but things with unusual themes.
The space where meanings overflow
Too uncommon for words to ever hold
It’s the unspeakable thing.
The quiet core of things happened to me.
And maybe it could be different,
Shall we collect evidence, or let it go without words?

So many things are raw.
Uncaptured, undefined, untamed.
Some truths are not for speaking of
But only felt… carried on, and be influential.

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Sense

 So I let go of what must be, and step into uncertainty with cautious optimism. If sense is more than what I see, then maybe it begins with a deep observation.

I read a world from patterns in the noise
Mapped every change, every choice
Turned chaos into something with order,
A system I could trust, or so it seemed.

But then things moved without a trace.
A variable I couldn’t recognize.
And all the analysis fell apart,
When the world rewired the emerging trends.

Now I’m standing in-between
Where truth dissolves and shifts unseen.
Trying to make sense of what happened
Of every word, every consequence.
I had a logic I could clarify.
Now I’m critical thinking of -

Linear situation.

Trying to make sense of unusual things.
Of why it breaks, why it bends.
When feeling overrides the proof
And nothing validates the truth.

I measured outcomes in what we knew
In value I thought would hold us through
But meaning slipped between the lines
A paradox by design

You spoke in ways I couldn’t parse
A language shaped by mind and gut
And every answer that I found
Just pulled me deeper to -

true understanding and be understood.

And now I’m tracing circles I can’t unwind
In change breaking through my routines,
Trying to make it make sense
Of every word, every consequence
I had a logic I could prove
Now I’m frustrated where reasoning misled
Trying to make sense of change behind
Of why it breaks, why it bends
When feeling overrides the proof
And no process validates -

the truth of different kinds.

Maybe sense is just a frame.
We build to justify the world.
A story told to stay intact,
While issues dissolves to the digital point.

Or maybe truth is not a straight line
But something cursive, not just defined.
I don’t need an excuse to revisit truth
Not every word needs to get scrutinized.
Some things exist beyond the frame
Beyond the need to name or claim.
I’m learning how to make sense of-

what we do.
To sit with doubt, with what’s immense
And find a rhythm in the unknown
A deeper logic for me to explore. 

So I let go of what must be,
And step into uncertainty with cautious optimistism.
If sense is more than what I see,
Then maybe it begins with a deep ideas.

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