— a poem for the soul

When time forgets its ticking hand,
And moments bloom not as planned,
There lies a hush, a breath between—
The seen and all that’s yet unseen.

A stranger smiles, a feather falls,
The wind repeats what spirit calls.
No logic writes these sacred signs,
Yet stars align in secret lines.

Not luck, nor fate, nor random chance,
But life’s invisible, quiet dance—
Where blessings rise in coded streams
And love arrives between the seams.

So trust the pause, the missed delay,
The door that closed, the other way.
What seems like loss may be disguise
For truth that waits in softened skies.

Each moment whispers, “You’re on track,”
Though reason may not yet look back.
For those who feel with open hearts,
The universe speaks in divine arts.

So when the path bends, trust the flow—
It’s synchronic grace that helps you grow.
You’re held by something vast and wise—
A sacred map beneath the skies.