Thank you

Thank you, thank you—for everything you have given me.
Thank you for this chance to be myself again.

Who am I, that I must become myself again?
Where am I, that I must find myself anew?

Why do you feel lost?
Lost is not lost.
You are where you are.
You are here.
You are present.
You are connected.
You are beautiful, amazing—alive with creation.

All that exists, exists in you.
Where you are now is where you are meant to be.
There is no lost.

Being lost, being found—it all begins here.
We are always at the start.

Being lost only matters if you are going somewhere.
But where are you going?
Why are you chasing?
What are you looking for?

Look here, and you will find.
Look here, and you will feel.
Look here, and you will be—exactly what needs to be in this moment.
Not a moment before.
Not a moment after.
This moment.

Be in this moment, and you will see all there is to see.

I love you.
You are loved.
You are all that is.

Full stop.

This world was created out of love—for you.
This world, with all it gives and all it takes, will never truly be lost.
It will never need to be found.
You are here because you are meant to be.
And where you exist—others do, too.

Your every facet is reflected in the now.
In the very moment you breathe.
We are all within the same breath.
The same cycle: inhale, exhale.

We are all part of this rhythm—
In… out… in… out…
The rhythm of life.

Without it, there is no life.
Without it, there is no creation.

All things—minuscule and vast—exist within you.
You are the ocean of creation.
The one who manifests abundance, vitality, love, fear, compassion, and pain.

We are what we are—
And through that, we can be anything, in every form.

We have tasted every piece of the fruit.
The wisdom within each bite lives in us forever.
And it is there that wisdom resides—
There, it is honored.

It breathes with us:
In… wisdom.
Out… wisdom.
In…
Out…

We are children of wisdom.
Born of those who lived it,
Passed down through our genes,
Etched into our DNA.

We are creators of love,
Fathers of compassion,
Mothers of tears—
Without which we cannot see what lies within.

We know no boundaries that divide us.
We know no chains that can conquer us.
We are free.

Free to be what this moment gives us.
Free to be what this moment is—
A space to love, to be, to see what is needed.
And in return, the moment will ask of us what it needs.

Thank you.