A series of stories, meditations and conversations released twice a month following the lunar calendar. Let's explore wisdom that has stood the test of time.

As standard days go drifting by,

And years grow wiser in my eye,

Time slowly paints its hidden hue,

While fading memories slip from view.

I wonder if our paths will cross,

Within this life of gain and loss,

Where every bond is tightly bound,

By rules unseen, without a sound.

It stings to know you took for granted,

The fragile hours that we planted;

You chose a war we could not win,

A losing battle from within.

I wish you felt the ticking clock,

Before the key turned in the lock—

To know the depth of what we shared,

How few have ever loved or cared.

I only wished for one more hour,

Before the sweetness turned to sour,

To build a fortress made of rhyme,

Defying all the laws of time.

Instead, our story fades away,

A trend that lived for just a day,

Erased by rules of what is new,

Leaving me here, recalling you.

Perhaps when our brief lease is run,

Beneath this heavy, fading sun,

We’ll meet within a higher plane,

And play the cosmic game again.

Maybe I’ll know you right away,

Or maybe you will lead the way;

Maybe I’ll play the fool anew,

Just searching for a glimpse of you.

But still, I long to see your face,

Beyond the trials of this place.

Through every test the world could cast,

Where I just barely scraped and passed,

My favourite moments, come what may,

Were recess breaks within the day—

The quiet blocks of sacred grace,

Where we just paused and held the space.

Sometimes I wish I’d never left,

Of every forward step bereft,

But turning back is just as stark,

A blind man walking in the dark.

Perhaps I’ll break the clock at last,

Where there is no tomorrow, no past,

No forward march, no backward stride,

Just you and I, side by side.

A front united, fierce and brave,

To keep us loved, alive, and safe.

For that is where the tether breaks,

And time forgets the tolls it takes—

Dissolving in a boundless sea

Of love that sets the spirit free.

Maybe I'll recognize you then...

Or maybe you'll finally get to know me,

the real me.