In a room in India, silence so deep, A guru’s words woke me from sleep. “You are a crowd,” he said, so clear, Each moment shifts who rises here. Not one self, but waves that flow, I choose the one I let grow. No fixed truth, no single name, I’m every spark, I’m every flame. From fear to courage, I decide, Who rises next is my soul’s guide. Who rises next? I choose today, The self that meets life in a fearless way. Not trapped by thoughts, I’m breaking free, Each moment’s mine to shape, to be. Who rises next? I hold the key, The crowd within is alive in me. Criticism comes, I feel the sting, Defensive self wants to take the ring. But I pause, let the curious rise, See the truth with open eyes. Love in pain, I could turn away, Or let compassion lead my way. No fixed truth, no single name, I’m every spark, I’m every flame. From fear to courage, I decide, Who rises next is my soul’s guide. Who rises next? I choose today, The self that meets life in a fearless way. Not trapped by thoughts, I’m breaking free, Each moment’s mine to shape, to be. Who rises next? I hold the key, The crowd within is alive in me. Two hundred souls, their answers soar, Seeking the truth they’re reaching for. But I’m not one, I’m shifting tides, Each choice I make is where I reside. From wounded child to heart that’s bold, I craft the story my life will hold. Who rises next? I choose today, The self that meets life in a fearless way. Not trapped by thoughts, I’m breaking free, Each moment’s mine to shape, to be. Who rises next? I hold the key, The crowd within is alive in me. No more waves to fight or flee, I choose the self that’s truly me. In this breath, I claim my ground, The truth I live is the truth I’ve found. Who rises next… I’m free, I’m whole.