“Seasons change, day to night,
All is well, all is right.
Flowers bloom, trees reach heights,
All is well, all is right.
Water flows whole from part,
All is well, all is right.”
I say, as I witness the stride of nature’s harmony,
Admiring her take a beautiful journey.
When thoughts entwine with thoughts,
To see what they could harness,
My ears then duly caught,
Time’s enchanting whispers:

“I say to you what I have heard:
‘The sun chases the moon
With unyielding delight.
The earth adorns with jewels
And reaches for the lights.
The river runs endless,
Pouring out all its might.
But have you seen the girl
Who’s staying still in sight?
Her beating heart endures
The ice and fire duels,
Though it has not the strength
For her to lift her weight.
Does she not will to walk
With the beauty she spoke?’

I say to you what I have learned:
Dearest, you have seen but not perceived.
What have they to change for? To move for?
To be fruitful for? To dress in beauty for?
From where comes nature’s breath
That holds her morsel of strength?

I will ask you once more:
What have you to wear and clothe
For beauty and splendor?
Where have you to send your roots
To reach into the sky?
Which is the course you take
That leads to life’s embrace?
Tell me, if not, show me,
What have you to change for? Move for?
Dress in beauty for?
Find your answer, then surely you can say:
All is well, all is right.”

The cold breeze brushes
against my warm skin,
As I rush above the pasture
To where my heart has been.
With no barrier or wall,
A treasure hunt to stall,
I see her clear as day,
With nothing in the way,
With open arms she waits
for my cherished embrace.
Her calling voice tells me
That we were meant to be.
When destiny was close,
vividly in display.
Not very far from reach,
Only a thought away.
My legs suddenly stopped,
Sooner than I had hoped.
My orders went refused,
So I stood there confused.
Until I saw the truth.
I lost the words to say,
the color from my skin
Began to fade away.
Though I still hear my heart
Beating like yesterday,
It is not the same mind
In my vessels today.

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🥳to start off the celebration of the first year of kairos we will share with you how it all started...

It was midterm season in ASTU. With maybe four hours of sleep and an empty stomach, I somehow decided to leave my dorm in the middle of the night to study. With that cursed energy drink in one hand and my notebooks in the other, I walked toward the library, hoping that I was the only one hungry and not the other occupants of the uni. (የአስቱ ጅቦች ኡኡ😭),But little did I know what was about to happen.

The cold breeze cools the earth that had been scorched by the sun all day long (including me), while the moon, adorned with stars, guides my steps as I hastily approach the library, wondering why I had put myself in this situation.

After I successfully—and in one piece—made my way inside i showed my ID to the librarian and made my way up the stairs to the desktops that are found on the far left side. There were some people, but not too many.

I dragged my tired self to one of the desktops and pressed the power button to check if it was working. After confirming that it worked, I sat down and made myself comfortable as I placed my notebooks on the desk. I opened Chrome to watch a tutorial on YouTube, but as I opened the search bar, something unusual caught my attention.

My heart sank into my stomach. It was as though I was brought back to reality.Remember the story of the little fish I told you about? It was like I was just swimming inside my little container one day, doing all the same things I usually do, not caring about anything outside my container but then suddenly, I was thrown into the ocean when I read the words that were written in the recent search tab.

What I saw was a question. One that we all have to ask.

There are things we cannot afford not to know if we are going to truly live life and because of their importance, they are not hidden from our sight. Notice how the things that are absolutely necessary for our survival, like water and air, are priceless but abundant? You don’t have to fear any question or hide under familiarity. There is an answer, you just have to ask.

Sometimes, in the chaos that is this world and with all the things our days are filled with, we might lose sight of the bigger picture. But deep down, we keep searching for it.

You know those moments when you go to your dorm or home after having fun with your friends or after class, and you're left alone with the silence and your thoughts? Notice what you're asking in those vulnerable and real moments beyond the surface thinking.

Whether our little fish realizes it or not, the ocean will still exist. And the choice to live inside a container or the ocean which is his rightful home and source depends on him. (This is not about Nemo😭.)

So search for the ocean. The truth. Just like the person who searched the answer for “What is the meaning of life?”

And I promise—you will find it.

After that night, I couldn’t get that person out of my mind. I know what it’s like to have questions with no one to ask, and the distress and confusion that come with that. But I couldn’t possibly find out who that person was.

So I told my friend about it, and he gave me this beautiful idea. One thing led to another... and here we are, one year later.

I really hope that it reached that person (if you are reading this please let me know!), and I hope it reaches many more people.

Hello guys, 👋 How have you been?

We've been voting on what to discuss and it looks like we will be discussing about peace !

💫Be sure to think about what peace means to you these next few days

💫Then We will have an open discussion about it this friday!

It's Friday!, you know what that means...

🥁Bring your curious minds and questions to Kairos starting from 11:00(LT)!

Hello everyone 👋, how was summer ?, it's been a long time since our last post ( sorry about that ) but we are back with more exciting ideas to share starting today !

When the time reads 9:00 (LT) Get your cup of tea, have a seat and get ready to travel in the world of your imagination. See you then!

I did not have enough time to process where I was; how I got there, or where I was heading. No reason was given as to why I had to be there: not a moment late or early. I could not do anything about it. It felt as though it was predestined, something I could not rewrite. There was not a soul in sight, and silence was the only thing I heard. So I knew I was alone in this darkness, with the moon as my only witness to what would come to pass.

Soon enough, I would find an answer to one of my questions: I would find out where I was heading. You see, I was standing on a ledge in the middle of the night for reasons unknown to me. Then, in the blink of an eye, I would begin such a long journey downhill. I was given enough time to feel my heart sinking into my stomach, to feel the wind that was violently brushing past my body as I went down, and how weightless I had become. But not only did I feel it: I saw it. I saw myself fall before my very eyes. But you know what I did not see? I did not see the end.

I think most of us have had this dream: a dream of falling from a great height that felt so very, very real. What about you? Have you ever dreamed of falling?

This memory of a dream I had made me wonder: why? Why is it falling that comes first into our minds whenever we come across a ledge? Why can't we ever think of flying? Why do we always give in to the pull? Why do we give up, even in our dreams? It seems like it has become the norm to think that every valley has the right to take you down to its depths. Who gave it the power to do so? Why is it always the fall that we see?

At the bottom of every ledge, fear will always be waiting, demanding your attention, trying to steady your gaze onto itself, to keep your head down. Because the longer you look into the picture it paints, the more you think that there is no other choice. It does not want you to see the joy waiting for you in tomorrow, so that you don’t get to grow. It wants you to take a step back and stay in yesterday, to fall down into its boneless predictions. But you have to know that it is not fear that pushes you back. It is not fear that pulls you down. You see, fear cannot touch you. It is merely a deception of failure.

It is you who chooses to step back. It is you who falls into fear. So, my dears, the next time you come across a valley that echoes failure, think of tomorrow, think of a bridge, think of flying… but do not think of falling. Crazy is not trying to grow a set of wings...It is choosing to fall.

Dear reader, what could possibly bridge today with tomorrow?

They come to us so easily, available at our very command. One might even say they are an abundant resource of ours, and our use of them is often horrific. For some reason, we like to play with fire. Maybe it’s the fact that they are close to our reach that gives them a harmless appearance, and we overlook that they are used with purpose.

They are a part of us we so carelessly let loose. Imagine if you were not the one to guide your legs, and your legs just walked at their whim? I don’t even know if you would survive for a day. We seem to have dismissed our responsibility to think before we talk, to the point that our use of words seems… involuntary.

Words are like arrows, but even though you might try to aim them: set for them a destination for a moment, you do not know where or who those words might be aimed at later. You see, we often set them free without taking into account where they might go, but once they leave the tip of our tongues: they are always heard and have the power to echo from ear to ear.

We cannot put a leash on our words, but we must harness our mouths. Your words can be present where you are not; they can travel distances you never have, and see times you will never see. So I do wonder: do we really know what we are unleashing? But we do know the truth, right? We have all had our fair share of what they are capable of: something that may seem light as a feather could be a boulder that crushes another person’s soul.

The words you speak will speak of you, of what you have been hosting in your heart. So we must listen not only when others speak to us but also when we speak and see whether we are speaking words that are of life. Let us build with our words, not tear away at someone’s heart. Let us give hope with our words, not take it. Let us speak life over someone, not hatred behind them, and let us be mindful of what we are letting into our hearts.

So, beloved, the next time you part your lips to speak, be careful not to blow over someone’s light, and leave them in the dark.


Dear reader, would your words echo life ?