Those who look to “compete” with you, see you as a threat. That means you are doing something right. Toast your haters, they’re complimenting you! You should always follow your heart but refrain from begging. You’re better than that. Love is a precious, special, all-consuming blessing, but it is not all we need or enough. Not by a long shot. Being positive is different from being delusional. There’s really no need to have people in your life who try to pull and put you down. What’s the point? Make sure the things in your life add (not subtract) value. People … Continue reading Simple life’s rules

Yet love that embraces the depths of the mind—that is love unshaken. It walks through labyrinths of thought, lingers in the quiet spaces where vulnerability dwells, and treasures the essence beyond mere form. But love, true love, does not flinch at imperfection. It does not turn away from flaws nor seek only the polished parts. It knows that within every shadow, there is light, and in every fracture, beauty waits to be seen. So, let love be whole or let it be nothing at all. For love that chooses only the easy parts is not love—it is illusion. ❤🙏 ©️ … Continue reading Love that listens only to words finds itself enchanted by mere echoes, entranced by syllables that dance but never touch.

Tengo el poder de morir en tus labioscomo un suspiro que se disuelve en la noche,como la última luz antes del albaque se rinde al misterio del horizonte. Y renazco en la calma de tu mente,como un eco que nunca se apaga,como el roce tenue de un recuerdoque florece en cada latido del alma. Eres mi principio y mi destino,mi sombra, mi fuego, mi templo sagrado.Muero en tus labios, revivo en tu pensamiento,y en ese ciclo eterno… ❤️ ©️ Esmer Continue reading Eterno Retorno

I write for myself—for every time I refused to surrender, for the nights that tried to swallow me whole and failed. I write for the lovers who shamed me, for the voices that tried to quiet mine, for you. I write the narratives they chose to ignore, the stories they refused to see. I write for the pain that refuses to fade, for the prodigal children who wander but do not break. I write against the suffocating darkness that waits at the edges, relentless in its hunger. But I refuse to crawl back into suffering. I refuse to let them … Continue reading Challenge …

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 …