I’ve noticed I’d forgotten, in vestigial forms,
the woven complexities of my life.
Consciousness requires tending to
and a faith that at its core
is found in grace.
Hidden in the four chambers of the heart
cells awaiting my call.
Encodements summon for nourishment.
A key to patience may be found in meditation.
Once named Jyoti to remind me of the Light within.
A simple remembrance of innate joy.
Please make a wish for all sentient beings.
Hope will be found in this present moment.
And the beauty way will be uncovered.