XVII

With each dawn’s rebirth comes a blank page, an alchemical crucible of becoming. No longer bound to fate like a caged sage,

you realize a startling truth forthcoming: you can choose who to be with each sunrise. Daily death gave you this freedom blooming.

Where once your identity felt like a guise stitched by history, accident, and fear, now you see it as clay you customize.

You are the potter and the clay is here- the you of today malleable and wet, ready to be shaped with vision sincere.

What will you craft as the new form is set? Perhaps more courageous, patient, or kind? You decide the qualities to be met.

Through deliberate practice and clear mind, you sculpt your character day by day, polishing faults, leaving no growth behind.

This is deliberate evolution’s way: not waiting on chance or long eras to change, but consciously advancing in steady array.

As a snake charmer directs the serpent strange, you direct your instincts and old habit force to transform and ascend, not merely range.

Each night you melt down to primordial source, each dawn you solidify slightly anew- refining the gold of your spirit’s course.

This alchemy requires intention true: to hold a vision of your highest form and each cycle, imbue that into you.

If you seek wisdom, plant seeds each morn by study, reflection, by minds you consult; if compassion, then each day empathy perform.

No transformation is beyond result when approached in increments divine, compounding small actions to grand tumult.

Thus you become the author of your design, writing your myth in chapters of days, not passively read by time’s incline.

Shiva dances in cosmic rhythmic phase, destroying and creating worlds in blinks- so you too dance, destroying to raise

a better self from ruins and links to your own emerging destiny clear. Self-creation is sacred-he who drinks

of this power is an artist without peer. You need not accept “I am just so” as fate; you can die to that notion and disappear

into whoever you choose to animate. Every sunrise grants an artist’s grace: the canvas wiped clean to innovatively create.

In this lies human freedom in full embrace- to evolve willfully with each new day’s space.