A Work in Progress
Finding Peace Within the Chaos
In the beginning was a whisper,
a single thought stirring the stillness,
and from that thought, a step,
and from that step, a life unfolding.
We are shaped by the weeks that carry us,
the blissful ones, the chaotic ones,
the ones that ask us to rest,
and the ones that demand we rise.
The monkey mind leaps from branch to branch,
hungry for attention, thirsty for noise,
yet even this wild creature softens
when offered the fruit of stillness.
In silence, the 10,000 things settle.
In quiet, the heart remembers its rhythm.
In reflection, the shadows loosen their grip,
revealing the soft light beneath.
We remove the masks we once wore,
the costumes stitched from expectation,
and step into the world as originals —
unrepeatable, unnumbered, whole.
The dash between birth and death
is a canvas of choices,
a mosaic of moments,
a testament to the courage of becoming.
We are a work in progress,
and progress is sacred.
Every breath a beginning,
every letting‑go an ending,
every step an invitation
to return to the quiet room within,
where all answers wait,
and where the soul whispers,
“You are already home.”
~Ani Po
