阿格尼的道場    AGNI's DOJO

 The Earth Is Changing Its Frequency The earth hums low, a silent tone, A pulse beneath the flesh and stone, Once steady, deep—now rising fast, As if the age of sleep has passed. A tremble through the ocean’s floor, A whisper louder than before, In forests still, in deserts bare, A shift, a shimmer fills the air. Not thunder’s crack or lightning’s flare, But something vast beyond compare— A tuning fork through time and sky, The planet sings, we don’t know why. The birds have heard it in their wings, The wolves now howl in altered rings, Even the stars seem to align To echoes sung in 528 and 9. Is it healing, or a call? A reckoning to rise or fall? The old ways crack, the veils collapse, The future steps between the gaps. So stand barefoot upon the ground, Feel the shift, the sacred sound. The earth is changing—can you hear? A frequency both strange and clear. Not doom, but birth, not end, but key— The tuning of eternity. https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=25151618077761475&se...

 “Never Enough” We never get enough— of the sudden hush before the kiss, the thrum beneath the ribcage, like a bird that’s found the sky again. Every time, it feels like spring rewriting the script for sunlight, as if hearts forget the last goodbye and still leap at a stranger’s smile. We keep falling— not clumsily, but faithfully, like stars that never tire of burning just to be seen. Love, though it wounds, is stitched into the seams of hope. We carry its fragments like lucky coins, as if this time, the story might stay whole. Because even in ruins, we believe— not in perfection, but in the bloom after winter, the warmth in another’s hand. And maybe that’s the miracle: we are creatures wired not for safety, but for wonder. https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=25139955622261054&set=a.105958322754130

 Morning blessings Every sunrise paints the sky anew, A gentle promise in golden hue— The night’s regrets, the shadowed fears, Are softened by the dawn that nears. With every ray, the world is kissed, A canvas brushed with hope and mist; The morning lights of love descend, Inviting broken hearts to mend. Yesterday’s burdens, heavy and long, Are scattered by the robin’s song; Forgiveness glows in amber beams, Awakening the sweetest dreams. So let us greet the newborn day, With open arms and hearts that pray; For every sunrise, bright and true, Is love’s own chance to start anew. https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=25122147330708550&set=a.105958322754130

 The foolish seeks happiness in the distance, Chasing mirages with tireless persistence— Eyes fixed on horizons forever ahead, Dreaming of gardens where no seeds are spread. He wanders through seasons, searching the skies, Missing the bloom that before him lies. But the wise, with quiet and patient hands, Tends to the soil where his own heart stands. He waters the roots and welcomes the rain, Finding sweet joy in the simple and plain. He knows that contentment, like blossoms, will grow Where care and attention are given below. For happiness isn’t a faraway star, Or a treasure discovered in places afar— It lives in the moments we nurture and meet, For the wise grows it gently under his feet. https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=25115348074721809&set=a.105958322754130

 If You See Me Smiling If you see me smiling, A soft and distant grin, It’s likely not your story That’s playing deep within. My gaze may seem attentive, My nods both slow and kind, But truth is, I’ve departed— I’ve wandered from my mind. Perhaps you spoke of weather, Or tales from days long past, But I am chasing daydreams That flutter free and fast. So if my lips are curling And laughter’s on my face, It’s probably the silence That’s filled this sacred space. It’s not that I don’t love you, Or care for what you say, But sometimes thoughts go drifting And carry me away. So if you see me smiling, And wonder where I’ve been— Just know I heard you, truly, But not with ears—within. https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=25107948738795076&set=a.105958322754130

 When you arise in the morning, Let sunlight slip through your dreams— A golden hush, a gentle dawning, A world more wondrous than it seems. Think: what a privilege, this breath, This pulse that thrums beneath your skin, To greet the day, to banish death With every moment you begin. To be alive—a fragile spark That dances in the waking mind, To chase the shadows from the dark, To seek, to lose, to hope, to find. To think—how marvelous the gift Of thought that soars and dives and weaves, Ideas like birds in sudden lift, Imagination’s endless leaves. To enjoy—the taste of morning air, The laughter ringing down the hall, The simple joys beyond compare, The rise, the stumble, and the fall. To love—oh, sweetest privilege, To hold a hand, to share a smile, To write your story, page by page, To walk together, mile by mile. So when you wake, remember this: To be alive, to think, enjoy, to love— Each day a fragile, fleeting bliss, A whispered gift from stars above.  https://www.faceboo...

 I close my eyes in order to see— The world inside belongs to me. Beyond the noise, beyond the light, A secret garden waits at night. With eyelids drawn, I drift away From busy streets and bright midday, To painted skies and fields of green, To places only I have been. I see the dreams I hope to find, The gentle corners of my mind— A silver stream, a whispered song, A place where all the lost belong. I close my eyes, and there I meet The quiet strength beneath my feet, The courage blooming, soft and small, The voice that says I can’t fall. For sometimes sight is not enough To see the truth beneath the rough— So when the world is hard to be, I close my eyes in order to see.  https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=25085649391025011&set=a.105958322754130

 A Life Deeply Lived A single heart, beating in the hush of dawn, Wanders the corridors of its own becoming— Each memory a lantern, each sorrow a song, Each joy a river, quietly humming. To live deeply is to taste the marrow of days, To let laughter and grief carve their marks in the soul, To gather the moments, both golden and gray, And find in their sum a self made whole. But the personal life, so tender, so small, Is a stone in the pond, sending ripples afar— What’s learned in the silence, or wept in the fall, Becomes wisdom that travels from star to star. For every truth wrestled in midnight’s embrace, Every love fiercely kindled, each fear faced alone, Expands past the borders of one time and place, And echoes in voices not solely our own. The story we live, in its intimate lines, Unfolds into patterns both ancient and new— A tapestry woven of personal signs, That stretches to meanings beyond what we knew. So live deeply, dear soul, let your heart be your guide— For the truths...

 Only if we understand, Will the world unfold its song— The hush of roots beneath the land, The ache of right, the sting of wrong. Only if we pause to see The sorrow woven through the day, The silent plea, the trembling tree, The hearts that hunger, lost, astray— Only then, within our chest, Will something gentle start to bloom: A tenderness, a quiet quest, A wish to chase away the gloom. Only if we care, we find The courage blooming in our hands— A bridge of hope from mind to mind, A light that suffering understands. Only if we care, we’ll hear The whispered call for help, for grace— And turn with open eyes and ear To meet the need, to take our place. Only if we help, the world Will soften, heal, and start to mend— A tapestry of hearts unfurled, A kindness flowing without end. Understanding lights the way, Caring gives our hearts their scope— And helping, day by patient day, We build a world that lives on hope.  https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=25066456559610961&set=a...

 What I Lose, I Make Room For Everything I lose, the wind takes in grace, Carving out silence, creating new space. A shell left behind on the edge of the shore— Each hollowed-out place invites something more. The hands that once clung now open wide, Letting old weight drift out with the tide. Where sorrow once lived, a garden now grows, Fed by the ache only letting go knows. Every goodbye leaves the door slightly ajar, So light from tomorrow can reach where you are. Each emptied corner, each shadowed retreat, Becomes a soft landing for something complete. What falls from my grasp, what slips through the seams, Is clearing a path for the shape of my dreams. Not every loss is a wound that must bleed. Everything I lose creates space for what I need.  https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=25054103660846251&set=a.105958322754130

 Awakening is not a thunderclap, Nor lightning’s sudden, blinding art— It is the gentle, patient map Unfolding softly in your heart. It is not forging something new From iron will or borrowed flame, But peeling back the layers, true, And letting go of borrowed names. You are not the mask you wear, Nor every fear you’ve ever known— Awakening is learning where You end, and where you’ve overgrown. It is the slow, unhurried fall Of autumn leaves from burdened trees, The letting go, the shedding all That keeps you from your own true ease. Not changing who you deeply are— But discarding shadows, doubt, and lies, So what remains, a quiet star, Can rise unhidden to the skies. Awakening is not to strive To be someone you’ve never met— But to come home, at last, alive, To the self you won’t forget.  https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=25058726757050608&set=a.105958322754130

 At any moment, quiet, small, A choice awaits within us all— A fork that bends the path we take, A whisper, gentle, for our sake. Each thought, each word, each step begun Is like the rising of the sun— Will we move toward the light inside, Or let our truest self subside? One road leads closer to the flame That softly calls us by our name— A path of kindness, hope, and grace, Of meeting life with open face. The other leads us far astray, Where shadows lengthen, hearts betrayed. Where fear and anger cloud the view, And we forget what’s real and true. But every moment, every breath, We’re offered choice until our death— To listen to the spirit’s song, Or wander lost, apart, and wrong. So pause, and feel the quiet voice That lives beneath the world’s loud noise. At any moment, you are free To choose the soul you wish to be.  https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=25044617858461498&set=a.105958322754130

 Spirituality is the art Of tending to the secret spark— A gentle flame within the heart That glimmers softly in the dark. It is the quiet, careful way We shield the ember from the storm, And feed it hope, and let it play In shapes of longing, bright and warm. It’s learning how to breathe it in, To fan the glow when nights are cold, To honor every place we’ve been, And trust the stories yet untold. It’s listening to silent things— The hush of dawn, the pulse of rain, The wisdom that the stillness brings, The peace that rises after pain. Spirituality is art— A brushstroke made of faith and fire, A promise whispered to the heart: To keep alive what we desire. For though the world may dim and tire, And winds may threaten, wild and wild— We tend, we guard, we feed the fire, And keep the spirit burning.  https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=25036895975900353&set=a.105958322754130

 The Way Back Forget the tales they gave your name, The masks you wore to play their game. Return to stillness, deep and wide— Where truth and you no longer hide. Not in the noise, not in the race, But in the silent, sacred space. There waits the fire that does not burn, The self you didn’t have to learn. Speak only when the silence sings, Move only when your spirit springs. Let fear fall off like borrowed skin— You owe the world no way to win. Be not the shadow, nor the plea, But walk the path they cannot see. No need to climb, no need to flee— Just unbecome. And you will be.  https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=25027161916873759&set=a.105958322754130

 Slowly Born A single moment, sharp and bright, Can split the fabric of the day— A word, a loss, a sudden light That sweeps familiar ground away. Within the hush that follows change, We meet a stranger in our skin— A self both wondrous and so strange, A voice that whispers, “Look within.” Who is this soul that stirs awake, With eyes that see the world anew? A part of us we did not make, Yet now must learn to journey through. To live is not to stand and stay, But to be shaped by what we meet— The joys that dance, the fears that fray, The grief that sweeps us off our feet. We grow by shedding former names, By letting old illusions fall; Each day, the self we were reclaims A piece of truth, however small. So let us greet each hour’s surprise, And welcome all we’ve yet to be— For life is birth behind our eyes, A slow becoming, wild and free. https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=25020197507570200&set=a.105958322754130

 Divine Source of Light and Love, Fill my heart with your radiant energy. Help me release all that weighs me down, And lift my spirit to higher frequencies. Guide my thoughts, words, and actions To reflect your love and wisdom. May I shine brightly, And attract positivity, peace, and joy. Thank you for raising my vibration. Amen. https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=25009961851927099&set=a.105958322754130

 The Old Matrix Is Breaking Apart The old matrix is breaking apart, Cracks in the code, a glitch in the heart. Steel skies flicker with digital rain, Truth bursts through the walls of the brain. Once we were numbers, neat in our place, Bound to a system, stripped of a face. But whispers grew louder in sleepless minds, And silence unraveled in tangled lines. The gears grind slower, the screen turns gray, The rulers of shadow are losing their sway. The puppets have noticed the strings they wear— A surge in the soul, a breath of air. Pixels dissolve into pieces of light, Falling like stars through the velvet of night. We reach through the fracture, fingers like flame, Calling the world by its forgotten name. A new dawn hums at the edge of the sound, Built from the ashes of systems unbound. The matrix may break, but out of the fall, Something more human will rise from it all. https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=25002237349366216&set=a.105958322754130

 Filled with Love, Filled with God He who is filled with love walks light, A lantern glowing in the night, His every word a gentle balm, His presence steady, deep, and calm. He holds no grudge, he harbors peace, His open hands bid hatred cease; He gathers sorrow, turns it gold, And warms the weary, young and old. For love is more than fleeting fire— It is the breath, the root, the choir Of every heart that dares to see The spark of God in you and me. He who is filled with love is whole, A river running through his soul; He gives and gives, and in return Finds heaven’s grace at every turn. For where love dwells, God’s face is near, In every laugh, in every tear; To be so filled is to become A living hymn, a beating drum. He who is filled with love can see The sacred in humanity— For God is love, and love’s embrace Is where we meet Him, face to face.  https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=24987260904197194&set=a.105958322754130

 Filled with Love, Filled with God He who is filled with love walks light, A lantern glowing in the night, His every word a gentle balm, His presence steady, deep, and calm. He holds no grudge, he harbors peace, His open hands bid hatred cease; He gathers sorrow, turns it gold, And warms the weary, young and old. For love is more than fleeting fire— It is the breath, the root, the choir Of every heart that dares to see The spark of God in you and me. He who is filled with love is whole, A river running through his soul; He gives and gives, and in return Finds heaven’s grace at every turn. For where love dwells, God’s face is near, In every laugh, in every tear; To be so filled is to become A living hymn, a beating drum. He who is filled with love can see The sacred in humanity— For God is love, and love’s embrace Is where we meet Him, face to face. https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=24980694431520508&set=a.105958322754130

 The Weight and the Wings Enlightenment is not a distant dawn, Nor a crown bestowed by fate— It is the moment you look within And choose to stand up straight. It is not the wind that lifts you high, Nor fortune’s gentle hand, But the courage to claim each joy and sigh, And say: “This life, I understand.” It is seeing the shadow you cast on the wall, And owning the shape you find; It is gathering fragments of rise and fall And weaving them into your mind. No blame to scatter, no praise to hoard— Just the truth, unvarnished, clear: That every choice, each spoken word, Has led you to stand here. Responsibility is not a chain, But the key that sets you free— To shape your days through loss and gain, And become who you will be. So take the weight, and feel the wings That grow when you decide: Enlightenment is the song you sing When you no longer need to hide. https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=24970709869185631&set=a.105958322754130