You, whose outer countenance belies your inherent value; you, great philosopher, who still maintains inheritance. You, who embodies the vision of blindness, who, deaf and dumb, reads endless depth, always haunted by a lofty mind. Oh Seer!, Prophet! Who the fact affects, and to whom we seek in any way, throughout your life, trapped in the darkness of the pit. You, on whom flows the Source of Existence, that enslaves while you justify the renewing of a new age, a presence impossible to ignore. What is this hole we sink into every day in this foolish battle among our prejudices … Continue reading Prophet

Love is the prayer that the birds sing at dawn, a melodious offering to the universe that awakens the soul. It is the gentle caress of morning light, a warm embrace that promises the beauty of a new day. Love is the essence of blessings that weaves itself into the fabric of our lives, decorating our days with moments of grace and joy. It is to feel the color and weight of the bonds that tie us to one another, a tapestry of connection that is both vibrant and profound. Love is the knowledge that our reflection in life’s miracles … Continue reading Love

It’s the smallest habits shape the fabric of our lives.. The way you greet the morning light, the tenderness with which you speak to yourself, the books you immerse in, the shows that capture your imagination, the people you choose to share your energy with, and those you allow into your sacred space—all these choices weave together to define your existence. Each morning is a fresh beginning, a chance to set the tone for the day ahead. Treat yourself with kindness and compassion, for your inner dialogue creates the foundation of your self-worth. Select your readings and viewings with intention, … Continue reading Small, tiny …

I am like this, a bit of a princess, a bit of a frog, a bit of a queen, a bit of a servant, slightly tired, always tense. People like me understand, understand a lot, they read themselves and read into others. Curled up within myself, I am fine; it’s with the world that I fight. I tell myself stories, I give myself fairy tales. I like to smile, rarely, but from the heart. I suffer quietly and remain still, even though I carry all my emotional earthquakes within. I take a deep breath and say things I regret I … Continue reading A bit of me

Learn to put on your bracelets and zip up your dresses by yourself. There will be times when you will be alone, and in those moments, your independence will be your greatest ally. Embrace the solitude, for it is in these quiet times that you discover the depth of your resilience. Get on a long plane ride. Look out the window and marvel at the immensity of our world. Understand your insignificance in the grand scheme of things, but also recognize your absolute importance. You are a unique thread in the vast fabric of the universe, and your presence matters. … Continue reading Simple Rules

I know I exist because you imagine me. I stand tall because you believe me to be tall, and I am clean because you look at me with kind eyes, with a pure gaze. Your thoughts make me intelligent, and in your simple tenderness, I am also simple and kind. But if you forget me, I will be dead without anyone knowing. They will see my flesh alive, but it will be another man—dark, clumsy, wicked—who inhabits it. In the quiet spaces between your thoughts and my existence, I find my being defined by your perception. Each glance, each consideration … Continue reading Death in Oblivion

To the naked eye, it was nothing more than a sudden rain, but within, it roared like a tempest. The world outside seemed calm, with droplets gently tapping against windows and leaves, a mere inconvenience to passersby. Yet, inside, the storm raged with an intensity that belied its quiet exterior. Each drop was a torrent of emotions, cascading through the heart and mind, creating waves of turmoil and reflection. What appeared as a gentle drizzle on the surface masked the swirling chaos beneath. This storm was not of the skies, but of the soul—an upheaval of feelings that threatened to … Continue reading Storm

Earth fills her lap with your pleasures; she cradles us with a tenderness that is both ancient and enduring. Earth has longings that she maintains, deep and unspoken, resonating with the rhythm of life itself. She carries something maternal, a nurturing spirit that is honest in her intent. The Earth, our wet nurse, strives tirelessly to provide for us, her foster children. She holds back nothing of her highest points, offering all that she has to sustain us. Her mountains, rivers, and fields are gifts, brimming with the essence of life, waiting to be cherished and respected. And everything that … Continue reading Earth

People are rarely given a free lunch without the other party expecting something in return, so be cautious of anyone who tries to convince you otherwise. Free advice often comes with hidden agendas, and it is wise to question the motives behind the generosity extended to you. Better safe than sorry, as the saying goes. In a world where everyone seems to have an opinion on what you should do, it’s important to give yourself permission to consider options that no one else has put on the table. Trust your intuition and recognize that you are more aware of your … Continue reading Stay True with Yourself

I spent forever trying to spell out the emotions I felt, whether they were painted, etched, sketched, or sewn into my flesh. You were a kaleidoscopic array of eccentric prose, a vibrant explosion of color and chaos that I couldn’t quite learn how to mold. Each attempt to capture your essence felt incomplete, as though words alone were insufficient to convey the depth of my feelings. I began to think that loving you was easier through the acrylics, charcoal, and watercolor, and their hydrophilic pages. With each brushstroke and each line, I sought to create a portrayal that might show … Continue reading Feelings