See it appearing
As a sudden
Like a lightning bolt. 

Its presence 
Was not expected.
But its existence
Is full of warmth and mystery. 

In a world
That can be too dry
Too rational 
Too pessimistic
See it. 

That spark. 

Stemming from 
Your gifts
Your loving heart 
Your brave soul.

Permissionless.

Nothing can take it
From you. 

And what’s meant for you 
Only
Is already 
There.

The seeds you’ve planted
Are already glowing.
A masterpiece in the making. 

— Lils 

Like laying your head
on the pillow
while rain knocks
on the window.
 
The world is still moving,
but it’s your own thoughts
and your heartbeat
you hear most.

A moment off the feed.

Time takes
one or two steps ahead
while you watch
certainty and confusion
like pieces of art.
 
Just standing there.
Watching.
Trying to make sense.
Or not.
 
Allowing rest.
Fully.
For a moment.

— Lils

Utopian.

Only for the happy few.

Lottery.

Mostly luck.

For the disconnected.
The foolish.
Those who should know better.

Realistic goals.

The daily grind.

Blood and hours for the machine.

Keeping heads down.

Staying with the pack.

Dancing around the paycheck.
 
A sad lie.
 
Creative work.
Human expression.
Worth celebrating.

More than a hobby.

— Lils

Like tasty carrots
In a bowl of cold semi-skimmed milk
You just bought
From the grocery store.
 
Or a meatball sundae
Like Seth wrote
A couple of years ago.
 
Adding some chocolate powder
May change the taste
But it won't solve anything.
 
Just like a beautiful paper boat
Put on the wrong current
Even if, this latter flows.
 
Persistence will lead
To the same firm and tall wall.
More dedication and more time
Just intensify the itch.
 
Performing bravery is a costly choice.
 
Practicing presence invites
to slow down, pause,
and acknowledge
the mismatch.

— Lils

Accepted. 
Under conditions. 
Basically tolerated
But that energy is not shown
In plain sight. 

Go where you’re celebrated.
Not tolerated. 
The golden work advice. 

Life.

Building one 
We repel 
We accept 
We tolerate
Or celebrate. 

Heart pounding
For the right reasons.

— Lils 

Still about that current.

Cold.
Warm.
Hot.

Then:
remaining steady,
or cooling,
warming,
thickening,
turning crystalline,
freezing,
boiling,
changing color,
changing direction.

The temperature shapes 
what can still move.

What do you read? 

— Lils 

The current is real. 
It’s flowing. 
You can hear 
His dynamic heartbeat. 

There’s life. 

It has value.
A story.
A timeline.
It keeps evolving. 

It represents different needs and desires. 
From basic to sophisticated ones.

Tiers are lanes. 
Spaces for play. 
The higher the less crowded.

— Lils 

Nature is nourishing.
A teacher.

Water.

Aqua.

The paper boat,
the gift
needs some of that current
to move forward.

A visible current
means motion
toward what can live
and hold a spot.

Creativity used well.

Allowing over forcing.

— Lils 

One coin.
Two sides.
Overflow.
Drought.

Health.
Love.
Spirituality.
Work.
Money.
Life.

Different types.
Still two sides.

Two points to start from.
Two opposing lenses.
Two filters.

Overflow.
Facing the extraordinary pull
To start from lack
Yet remaining overflow.

Drought.
With the efficient pull
To keep you in lack.

— Lils 

The room is ours.
How dare did they push the heavy door
and enter? 

It’s obvious. 
They’re not like us. 
The verdict is already pronounced.
The debate is over. 

And yet, 
We live by the code
And it says that courtesy is a key pillar.

We don’t use brutality in a direct way. 
Too visible. 
Too pitiful. 

We make sure 
they’re fooled enough
to think they belong. 

so we can use their hands
make sure to own their worth
and extract as much as possible.

We’re not the ones on the front line
we love sending our gatekeepers.
But we’ll keep a generous smile
Fake proximity 
Every time they see us. 

Vague expectations. 
Unreachable aims. 
The sandbox is amazing. 

The more they feel they’re not enough
The more they fear losing their seat
The more we can control them.

They still own one choice. 
Bending and performing even if it hurts.
Or breaking the thick glass we brilliantly made.

Just impossible.

We’re so exceptional at distracting them.

The game is rigged from the start. 
We’re the only ones to know how deep. 
Our succession plan is marvelous. 
Our laugh party has no end. 

— Lils 

Just like a tree.

Days and nights.
Cold, hot and tempered weather.
Seasons coming and going.
Bad news on tv, or not.
Joy or sadness.
Trends replacing each other.

As long as the roots are intact,
And the trunk is unshakable.

Standing there.

Admiring the canopy slowly getting higher
Inch by inch.

A paused image for the majority
But a slow and patient becoming.

Unbothered.

Not trying to please.
Just to be.

— Lils 

The microscopic size of mosquitoes 
Doesn’t prevent them 
From preparing us an exotic wake-up.

One sip of wine is sufficient
To tell what the whole bottle tastes like 

One tiny decision.
An invisible portal
Turned as a commitment 
Leading to a different scene.

One big decision 
For reaping big rewards. 
Popular.
Dramatic. 
A shiny trap. 

One tiny decision 
For a sustainable practice. 
Uncommon.
Elegant.
A better way. 

Identity-shaping. 
Over events-seeking.

— Lils 

A shiny and beautiful space at the top of the hill.
A stunning and peaceful view
Inspiring enough for creatives.

An email greeted you a couple of days ago.
It felt exciting, human, and professional at the same time.

Here you are now.

Someone from the property staff offers you a tour
and answers all your questions.
So you feel comfortable,
at home.

The owner is here for you
and offers a small margin
so you can personalize your space

but never make it your own.

The space gains in appreciation every single day.
The owner has all the pieces of the puzzle.
You're one of the many pieces.

Your freedom and your future are dependent on the owner.

Owning over renting.
In every aspect of life and work.

Beyond real estate.

A lens worth exploring.

Owning.
Or outsourcing what’s essential. 

Owning.
Or running on autopilot.

Owning.
Or letting others decide for you.

Owning.
Or developing no asset.

Many variants.

— Lils 

Lining up 
for the latest luxury devices every year. 
Loans for expensive trips and cars
Far beyond their means.

Designer clothes to look rich.
The ultimate bliss, the flex.
Cool kids on the block.

Wallets dripping higher status,
Paired with the brightest smile
Supposed to express inner peace and confidence.

Consumerists chasing a ladder
That only climbs higher.

Study their psychology.
Keep them busy.
Keep innovating.
Keep extracting
As good extreme capitalists.

Creo ergo sum.
Steering the boat.
Reconnecting with art.
Making space for it.
Breathing.
Running projects
That will outlive us.

Compounding
In different ways. 

— Lils 

Honey sweetens taste.

The word itself
is music
to a lover’s ear.

Honey.

From cakes
to tea,
it has its place.

But honey
also sweetens
human relationships.

One honey pot.
One benefit.
One interest.
And then,
what happens
when the honey pots
disappear?

Not forever.

Just for a minute.

Or when fewer of them
remain on the table?

Interest drops.
Like a crash
on the stock market.

A gustatory nostalgia
for the taste.

This society
has taught us
to carry honey pots.

The more premium
they are,
the larger
the hoard.

The more transactional
the circle.

Direct takers.
Incognito takers.

People addicted to the sweetness.

The smaller,
significant circle
doesn’t care
about honey pots.

They see through you
and seek
a soul-to-soul bond.

Givers
to givers.
Higher relationships.
Energetic alignment.

Still connected
during silence.

Eyes closed.
The divine ones
appear with a smile,
surrounded by a light 
probably their own aura.

Surely sent from the above.

Beauty from the inside out.

— Lils 

Turbulence.
Disruption.
First, an unwelcome strike.
Then, fully considered
as part of the journey.

Emotionally hit
in waves.
Nervous system sounding the alarm.

Expecting it all
the good, the bad, and the ugly
yet still choosing
the bold, the electric, and the magic.

From being shaken and dragged down
to shaken, centered, eyes fixed north.

Reaction is cost.
Response is art.

Observing the invisible currents in motion
right ones, wrong ones.

Silently wielding no as a shield
against leaking energy
and invitations to ghost destiny work.

A generous yes to clear space
for what fuels moonshots
the attitude, the altitude.

— Lils