Beware
Releasing of the chaotic world
Mass confusion spills — a flood of fractured mirrors — each shard a scream,
every echoed lie we almost believed. Chaos unleashed — a serpent slithering thought — twisting calm into panic, clarity into fog.
Anxiety breeds fear — breeding further the fury — misled into silence — the kind that howls inside your chest.
We admit it. We name the storm. And still it grows — a cyclone of belief,
disfigured, unrelenting.
Until — a breath.
A pause.
A moment of stillness between the waves.
We break the chain, witnessing the illusion. We rise, not above but
through it.
The Mind Reclaims Its Power
We are not the storm.
We are the sky that holds it.
The architects of thought, not the prisoners.
Dismantling the scaffolding of inherited fear — stripping away the rusted beams of false narratives.
Each breath is a hammer — Each truth is a chisel.
We carve space where once there was only noise.
We are the silence, speaking louder than panic.
The stillness that unravels the lie.
Reconstruction
From the rubble of distortion, we build.
Not walls, but windows.
Not cages, but corridors — leading inward, leading upward.
We are not broken.
We are breaking free.
~Ani Po
