all the gift packed illusions and the glass‑ceiling in life.
Touch me down to real actions,
where hands move with purpose and wisdom reigns heart to follow.
Take me off from the what if’s and should have been"s".
those dungeons beneath that echo half-lived dreams.
Touch me down to the forevers and even after"s",
where certainty fits naturally and commitment feels normal.
Take me off from baggage—
the invisible weights of past regrets and future fears.
Touch me down to bonding,
the Golden paradox that makes me fly and keeps me grounded
Take me off from consumerism,
All that glitter but never glows from within.
Touch me down to contentment—
the quiet wealth of having enough.
Take me off from frantic hustle,
the race that never knows its end nor means.
Touch me down to relaxed ravishment,
where time is not a chase but a gentle unfurling.
Take me off from setback,
the stumbles that have no come backs.
Touch me down to stoic serenity,
where storms pass through but do not uproot.
from rush to rhythm, from surface to soulful.
Take off... Touch down. Again and again—
until I land, where I truly belong.
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