I hope that when you miss someone, you don’t wait for them to call first—I hope you take the chance and reach out. I hope you risk it all by laying your heart on the line. I hope you open up about the things you struggle with most—you’ll find freedom there. I hope you are kind to yourself. I hope you hug your parents each time you see them, and I hope you remember that they’re growing older too, just as you are. I hope you do things for those you love with a willing heart, without complaint. I hope … Continue reading I hope …

Sew my “I” into “you” and entwine us in a beautiful gift. Sum up your life, for my longing is an incomplete equation. Walk with sweetness across the bridge of exchanged words, veiled confessions, whispers, and the serendipities that adorn our path toward the dreams we hold. Let poetry welcome you into my sky and clothe the sun when sadness softly draws near. Feel the scent of my clothes to know they are yours; trace a smile upon your lips to lift a heavy heart and let it rest beside mine. Walk and profess charm, sweetness—but do not fear a … Continue reading Sew me into you …

The Earth danced to life as mixtures of rain and sun stirred my dormant seeds, coaxing them from slumber into tender green awakening. The soil whispered its ancient songs, and in its rhythms, I found echoes of my own pulse. Roots stretched, leaves unfurled, life surged. And I danced to life, not with feet on the ground but with spirit adrift, carried by the hush of the cosmos. Between constellations, I floated—weightless, limitless—wrapped in the glow of distant worlds. The stars hummed their quiet music, their melodies entwining with my breath, and I became part of the vast, swirling waltz … Continue reading The Art of Dancing

We have broken up the earth into yours and mine—your nation, my nation, your flag, his flag—this particular religion and that of the distant man. The world is divided, fractured. And for this, we fight and wrangle, while politicians exult in their power to uphold these divisions, never seeing the world as a whole. They lack a global mind. They neither feel nor perceive the immense possibility of a world without nationality, without separation. They cannot grasp the ugliness of their power, their position, and their sense of importance. They are just like you or anyone else—only they occupy the … Continue reading Borderless

O chão pode parecer um destino inevitável, um fim definitivo. Mas o verdadeiro poder está na recusa—não na negação da queda, mas na escolha de não permanecer caído. Há uma força bruta em se levantar, mesmo quando o mundo pesa sobre os ombros. E, quando as pernas vacilam, ainda resta o coração, que pode se erguer, suplicante, buscando um céu que nunca se nega a acolher. O vento pode soprar contra, a terra pode parecer um campo de batalha eterno, mas há uma rebeldia silenciosa em continuar. A dor pode obscurecer a vista, mas é nela que a verdade se … Continue reading Levanta, sacode a poeira e dá a volta por cima!

It’s the peace that lives in the morning rays coming in through your window.It’s the silent “I still care” that is said in a squeeze.It’s the soup when you’re feeling sick.It’s the letter or message you are afraid to send.It’s doing the right thing even when they’ve done you wrong.It’s the relief that is given by way of a smile on a familiar faceIt’s the efforts born out of hope.It’s holding out an arm for someone holding on.It’s letting go and letting someone let go.It’s the forgiveness of “over it” that leads to a better overall.It’s to want the best … Continue reading Love …

Sometimes in the evening when lovetunes its harp and the cricketscelebrate life, I am like a troubadourin search of friends, loved ones,anyone who will share with mea bit of conversation. My lonelinessarrives ghostlike and pretentious,it seeks my soul, it is ravenousand hurting …I want to find a solution, so Iwrite letters, poems, and sometimesI touch solitude on the shoulderand surrender to a great tranquility …and sometimes, mysteriously,I feel whole.❤ Continue reading Solitude

How about instead of “all body types are beautiful” we say “beauty is extremely subjective and fleeting and doesn’t determine your worth and you don’t owe attractiveness to anyone so why don’t you focus on something important like being a worthwhile “human being”…. 😉 Continue reading Bodies

La distance est synonyme du temps où je ne sais pas ; mais qui multiplie le ressenti et la pensée. Car, lorsque l’un pense à l’autre, ne crée-t-on pas un pont ? Un pont qui nous rapproche, même de manière subtile et sereine ? Est-ce que la pensée, lorsqu’elle prend la forme et le ton de ceux qui s’aiment, n’est pas une étreinte qui accueille notre attention, une porte qui reçoit notre tendresse ? Sommes-nous vraiment si éloignés et séparés que la porte n’aurait pas de l’autre côté celui qui nous sait entiers ? Ne serions-nous pas, nous-mêmes, des portes … Continue reading Distance