The Power To Be Alive
In the realms beyond what we perceive
Endure all souls that have been conceived
They surround us despite going unseen
We’re all connected as
We are playing out our scene
We all are looking to survive
You hold the power to be alive
There is a presence on the other side
Steering the tide toward a goal worth pride
Subtle sparks can be sensed
Between our thoughts
It’s where the truth lies
But awareness can’t be bought
We all are looking to survive
You hold the power to be alive
Being alive forms varied shades
Don’t let the colors begin to fade
Discover brilliance
In the clouded beauty
So you can be rapturous and free
Choices arrive like the rising sun
Or in the shadows cast by the mountains
So tune your mind to impressions you may have
And ask your heart is this the right path?
We all are looking to survive
You hold the power to be alive
Endure all souls that have been conceived
They surround us despite going unseen
We’re all connected as
We are playing out our scene
We all are looking to survive
You hold the power to be alive
There is a presence on the other side
Steering the tide toward a goal worth pride
Subtle sparks can be sensed
Between our thoughts
It’s where the truth lies
But awareness can’t be bought
We all are looking to survive
You hold the power to be alive
Being alive forms varied shades
Don’t let the colors begin to fade
Discover brilliance
In the clouded beauty
So you can be rapturous and free
Choices arrive like the rising sun
Or in the shadows cast by the mountains
So tune your mind to impressions you may have
And ask your heart is this the right path?
We all are looking to survive
You hold the power to be alive
Parable
The Echoing Canyon
Deep in the mountains, there was a sacred canyon known for its mysterious echoes. Travelers would come from distant lands, shouting their names into the vast expanse, only to hear their voices return in endless repetition. Some found it amusing, others unsettling, but none understood its true nature.
One day, an old sage arrived and stood silently at the canyon’s edge. Instead of shouting, he whispered words of kindness, wisdom, and hope. The canyon responded, not just with his words, but with a harmony of voices, as if all who had come before were speaking alongside him. The villagers watched in awe. “The echoes are not just our own,” the sage said. “They are the voices of all who have ever called out. What we send into the world does not vanish - it returns, magnified.”
One day, an old sage arrived and stood silently at the canyon’s edge. Instead of shouting, he whispered words of kindness, wisdom, and hope. The canyon responded, not just with his words, but with a harmony of voices, as if all who had come before were speaking alongside him. The villagers watched in awe. “The echoes are not just our own,” the sage said. “They are the voices of all who have ever called out. What we send into the world does not vanish - it returns, magnified.”