As we bid farewell to the words of last year, let us embrace the promise of a new beginning. Last year’s language has served its purpose, and now, we stand on the threshold of a fresh chapter. Next year’s words await another voice—your voice, filled with hope, dreams, and the wisdom of experiences past. To make an end is to make a beginning, and in this new dawn, we find the beauty of endless possibilities. As we step into the new year, let us carry forward the lessons we’ve learned, the love we’ve shared, and the strength we’ve discovered within … Continue reading New voice, New Year!

I began to write poetry when I truly understood its essence. Poetry is not bound by rhyme schemes, iambic pentameter, or alliteration. It is not confined to exquisite word choice, intricate meanings, or melodic rhythms. Poetry is the blood in my veins, the pulse in my wrist, and the marrow in my bones. Poetry is the thoughts that dance through my mind, the music that reverberates within my heart, and a sliver of my soul captured in verse. It is the raw, unfiltered expression of my innermost being, transcending the mere mechanics of language. Poetry is the lifeblood of my … Continue reading Poetry is the Blood in My veins

In the vast, cold embrace of the unknown sea, a castaway struggles against the relentless waves, each pull drawing them further into the depths. The surface, where sunlight dances and life breathes, feels increasingly distant. The fight to keep eyes open, to stay conscious, is a battle against the seductive whisper of eternal rest. In moments of utter exhaustion, when hope is but a faint memory, the allure of oblivion grows. Yet, in the quiet heart of despair, where the sea’s roar dulls to a whisper, a resilient voice emerges from within. A call to persevere, to breathe, to hold … Continue reading The castaway

There are places where you forget pieces of the heart, and there are places that let us discover a heart. In the quiet corners of the world, memories fade like whispers in the wind, leaving behind fragments of love and loss. These places hold the echoes of our past, gently cradling the pieces we’ve left behind. But there are also places where the heart awakens anew, where the air is filled with the promise of discovery. Here, beneath the shade of ancient trees or in the vibrant pulse of a bustling city, the heart finds its rhythm. It is in … Continue reading Sacred Places

According Kant’s grounds states: “The only thing that is unconditionally good is a good will.” Kant’s argument for this is quite plausible. Consider everything you consider good: health, wealth, beauty, intelligence, etc. In all cases, you can imagine a situation where this good thing is not good, after all. A person can be corrupted by his wealth. The robust health of a bully makes it easier for him to abuse his victims. The beauty of a person can lead her to become vain and fail to develop her talents. Even happiness is not good if it is the happiness of … Continue reading Goodwill

Outside the window, where the celestial canvas meets the earthly realm, a dance of silver unfolds under the watchful gaze of the moon. The night sky, adorned with shimmering stars, weaves a tapestry of enchantment that transcends the boundaries of the mundane world. In the embrace of moonlight, I am transported to a realm where time stands still, and the constraints of humanity fade into obscurity. As I peer into the ethereal glow, I am liberated from the confines of my earthly existence. The weight of mortal worries and fleeting desires dissipates, and I am enveloped by a sense of … Continue reading Outside the window sky and earth exchange silver. In the moonlight I forget I’m human…

I was once asked to define love, and in that moment, I found myself unraveling the essence of our being. I spoke of love as an intrinsic part of our very souls, a force that courses through our veins, guiding us on a journey to shed our fears and rediscover the truth of who we are. As humans, we are but travelers on this path, seeking to reunite with the love that resides within us, waiting to be embraced. Since the day I confessed my burgeoning affection, I’ve pondered the nature of love, and in my contemplation, I’ve come to … Continue reading My definition of love …

We are all eager to return home, to a place we’ve never been—a place half-remembered and half-imagined, glimpsed only from time to time. Community. Somewhere, there are people with whom we can speak passionately, without words getting stuck in our throats. Somewhere, a circle of hands opens to welcome us, eyes light up when we enter, and voices celebrate with us whenever we are in our own power. Community means a strength that unites our efforts to do the necessary work. Arms to hold us when we falter. A circle of healing. A circle of friends. Somewhere we can be … Continue reading Community

Let the stars remind you that you are one in eight billion, a unique spark in the vast cosmic tapestry. Each twinkle is a whisper of your singularity, a reminder that your existence is a marvel. Let the grass beneath your feet remind you that you are never too old to play. The soft blades beckon you to reconnect with the joy of simplicity, to dance barefoot in the embrace of nature’s gentle touch. Let the clouds remind you that spring rains bring flowers. In their drifting forms, see the promise of renewal and the beauty that follows every storm. … Continue reading Let it shine…

In the land where ancient sands whisper tales of prophets and miracles, a child was born in a humble manger, according to Christian tradition. His name was Jesus, and his arrival heralded a message of love, compassion, and hope for all humanity. But what if, in this modern age, the baby Jesus were to enter a world marred by conflict and suffering, amidst the anguish of a land fraught with loss and despair? In the heart of Palestine, where the cries of thousands echo through the ages, where the innocence of childhood is shattered by the ravages of war, what … Continue reading Unforgiven by Innocence: The Eternal Scars of a Lost Child