“Yesterday Fades. Tomorrow Waits. Now Is the Point of Power.”

Consider this, old friend.

When the mind begins its restless spin—

caught between the ache of yesterday

and the whisper of tomorrow—

when you find yourself circling faded echoes of memory

or sketching fragile outlines of what has not yet arrived,

Pause...

Breathe...

“See it plainly for what it is:

a carousel of thought,

horses dressed in painted illusions,

a tune repeating endlessly,

spinning in circles—

forever going nowhere.”

And in that radiant instant of awareness,

whisper gently within:

“My point of power is here—

in this present breath,

in this now.”

Feel the tether snap.

Watch as your attention, once bound to phantoms,

turns like a flame rekindled

and returns to the hearth of your own presence.

For a moment, the object dissolves,

and the subject awakens.

The attention that once chased outward

makes a graceful turn inward,

returning home to itself.

Here, in the untouched present,

you uncover the hidden throne of freedom.

Here, you are no longer a passenger—

but the driver, the master,

the author of your unfolding life.

This is the new dawn.

This is the eternal gift.

This is where your freedom lies.

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