Shalini what a beautiful poem. There’s a raw, unfiltered wisdom in your words, like a prayer, a prophecy, and a plea all braided together. The refrain “everything matters” echoes like a sacred drumbeat, anchoring each scene in truth.
From the softest moments—the coo of a baby, the sky’s quiet blending—to the brutal realities of injustice and grief… you remind us it’s all part of the same sacred thread.
Your poem doesn’t look away. It witnesses. It calls us to wake up. And I felt that. Thank you for giving voice to what so often stays buried. This is a poem with a pulse.
Thank you Ariadne for your beautiful words of appreciation. Since you do not know, those words may not be entirely mine.
Inspiration flows through me in the middle of the night and I wake up to write. I do not know where the words come from. I only capture them and write and post and share.
But it is true isn’t it? Everything matters in the grand scheme of things and this is a reckoning for the whole world to wake up to the horrors of giving power to people who have not demonstrated their worth and ability to use it wisely.
The world needed to be taught through real life lessons how to take care of the privileges it has been bestowed.
No amount of classroom teaching to lead them to seek to use their blessings wisely with maturity would do that.
All of us had to learn from the real teacher—reality!
That makes perfect sense to me. What you describe feels like true channeled writing. The kind that bypasses the mind and pours straight from the source. It’s a gift, and you’ve honored it beautifully by listening and capturing what comes through.
And yes, I feel the truth of your words in my bones. Everything matters. We’re being invited to grow up as a collective. Not through theory, but through lived experience. Through the raw, undeniable teacher called reality.
Thank you for sharing what flows through you. It carries wisdom, clarity, and something ancient that still feels urgent. I’m grateful to be in this circle with you.
Again thank you for your deep soul felt appreciation. I’m so privileged to receive it. And humbled at the same time. Thank you God! And thank you. Ariadne!
Shalini what a beautiful poem. There’s a raw, unfiltered wisdom in your words, like a prayer, a prophecy, and a plea all braided together. The refrain “everything matters” echoes like a sacred drumbeat, anchoring each scene in truth.
From the softest moments—the coo of a baby, the sky’s quiet blending—to the brutal realities of injustice and grief… you remind us it’s all part of the same sacred thread.
Your poem doesn’t look away. It witnesses. It calls us to wake up. And I felt that. Thank you for giving voice to what so often stays buried. This is a poem with a pulse.
Thank you Ariadne for your beautiful words of appreciation. Since you do not know, those words may not be entirely mine.
Inspiration flows through me in the middle of the night and I wake up to write. I do not know where the words come from. I only capture them and write and post and share.
But it is true isn’t it? Everything matters in the grand scheme of things and this is a reckoning for the whole world to wake up to the horrors of giving power to people who have not demonstrated their worth and ability to use it wisely.
The world needed to be taught through real life lessons how to take care of the privileges it has been bestowed.
No amount of classroom teaching to lead them to seek to use their blessings wisely with maturity would do that.
All of us had to learn from the real teacher—reality!
That makes perfect sense to me. What you describe feels like true channeled writing. The kind that bypasses the mind and pours straight from the source. It’s a gift, and you’ve honored it beautifully by listening and capturing what comes through.
And yes, I feel the truth of your words in my bones. Everything matters. We’re being invited to grow up as a collective. Not through theory, but through lived experience. Through the raw, undeniable teacher called reality.
Thank you for sharing what flows through you. It carries wisdom, clarity, and something ancient that still feels urgent. I’m grateful to be in this circle with you.
With deep respect,
Ariadne
Again thank you for your deep soul felt appreciation. I’m so privileged to receive it. And humbled at the same time. Thank you God! And thank you. Ariadne!