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A Blessing for Life and Love

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As the dawn breaks and the sun kisses the sky, may your tomorrows be blessed with the promise of new beginnings. May your routine, that comforting rhythm of life, be blessed too, but let it not become a chain that binds you. Seek the unfamiliar, the unexplored, and the unexpected. May your breaths be soft and gentle, a soothing balm to the years past. May they be a whisper of peace in the chaos, a quiet moment in the storm. May you not drown in the tumultuous sea of life, but rather learn to ride its waves with grace and … Continue reading A Blessing for Life and Love

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The Dance of Tender Hearts

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In the quiet lull of a world that whispers, there lies a hope that one day, we shall find the grace to be tender. Tender with the fragile beating of our own hearts, with the souls that walk beside us, with the very earth that cradles us in her bountiful arms. Perhaps, on that day, our hearts will unfurl like the petals of a bloom basking in the sun’s embrace, shedding the weight of fears unspoken. We’ll wipe the sleep from our eyes and see the world anew, through lenses not of judgment, but of understanding. Compassion will be our … Continue reading The Dance of Tender Hearts

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The Wandering Soul

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And me… I travel the old roads again and again, wearing a different life. In the quiet of dawn, when the world still slumbers, I become a wanderer. The ancient paths, etched by time and memory, beckon me. Each step is a whisper—a conversation with the ghosts of yesteryears. The cobblestones remember my footfalls, though they’ve crumbled and shifted. The gnarled oaks stretch their branches, as if reaching for secrets hidden in their leaves. The sun, rising like a golden lantern, casts shadows that dance with forgotten tales. I wear different skins—sometimes a weary traveler, sometimes a starry-eyed dreamer. My … Continue reading The Wandering Soul

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Embracing Life’s Uncertainties

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Who are you, little seed, to fathom the vast expanse of your tomorrows? How audacious it is to set your sights based solely on a bleak forecast. Are you not aware that the world viewed from a gray window is but a monochrome reflection of reality? What temerity it is to renounce the divine guidance of your journey, promising yourself only the sorrows of forthcoming seasons. Who are you to chart the course of life when you exist but to falter and learn? The deep roots are well-acquainted with the shadows, yet they draw sustenance from the light that filters … Continue reading Embracing Life’s Uncertainties

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Eternal Connections

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I shall not utter the words of parting, for where could I venture where your essence does not permeate? We are not two entities divided, but rather, we are the dual manifestations of the same cosmic intellect, evolving in harmony. Wherever you wage your battles, know that I am there beside you, my spirit echoing your every move. Wherever your heart finds solace, mine too, finds peace. In moments of tranquility, you plunge into the profound depths of stillness, a serene ocean where the purest fragment of my being resides. Our journeys may trace divergent paths across the vast expanse … Continue reading Eternal Connections

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Full of Soul

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In a world that craved my sight, they wished for me to be sightless. They yearned for the allure of my eyes yet desired them to be blind to the truths that lay bare before them. They sought the beauty of my gaze, but not the vision that came with it. They admired the fullness of my lips but recoiled at the weight of the words they formed. They longed for the softness of my speech yet shunned the hard truths that slipped from my tongue. They wanted the whispers of sweet nothings, but not the roar of political discourse. … Continue reading Full of Soul

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Like The Tide

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In the mess of my thoughts, I stumbled upon an open book, its pages as blank as the canvas of a yet-to-be-painted masterpiece. Within its untouched expanse, I saw the perfect silhouette of an airplane, a phantom etched in the parchment, a surreal dream cradled within the confines of reality. The clouds, those ethereal guardians of the sky, heaved with the weight of unshed rain, parting reluctantly to reveal a place, a center, a wish. It was a sanctuary, a haven where I gathered the musky scents of forgotten memories and remnants of clothes strewn across the floor. In the … Continue reading Like The Tide

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The Birth of Art in Adversity

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Art, my dear, is not a privilege bestowed upon the fortunate, nurtured in the cradle of affluence, nor is it the offspring of tender mothers and doting fathers. It is the phoenix that rises from the ashes of hardship, birthed in the narrow lanes of ghettos, in the heart of favelas, amidst the stark nakedness of poverty. Art does not discriminate. It does not segregate based on the color of one’s skin, the race they belong to, or the creed they adhere to. It is a generous spirit, a universal language that speaks to all, transcending man-made boundaries and biases. … Continue reading The Birth of Art in Adversity

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The Odyssey of Becoming

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Lovable, a foreign concept until now, whispered through the winds of change. It danced around me, an elusive waltz, until I dared to embrace its rhythm. I dared you to count the limitless ways I died and was born again. Each death a closing chapter, each rebirth a blank page filled with the ink of possibility. I threw tantrums, the universe my witness, as I shattered the cocoon of my former self. I gnawed and scratched my way out of myself to grow, to adapt to my potential. My cries were not of despair but of determination, echoing across the … Continue reading The Odyssey of Becoming

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Clandestine Prose

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In a world where retribution rules, an eye for an eye, a bullet for a bullet, a tooth for a tooth, the cycle of vengeance spins without end. Clandestine smugglers recite verses of deceit, not the sweet nothings of lovers. Their words burst through the silence of the night, restless echoes in the cold, dark streets. These are the souls disenchanted with any semblance of innocence, their lives a stark contrast to the purity they once knew. They wander between the cars, begging at the closed signals of society’s indifference, their eyes pierced with the sharpness of reality, like the … Continue reading Clandestine Prose