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The other day …

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The other day, I took a deep breath and decided it was time to declutter my soul. I gathered up all the fears and stories that had been weighing me down, the guilt and memories that had been holding me back. I spread them out on the old floor of my house, examining each one before deciding their fate. I peeled off the layers of hypocrisies and envy, anger, and selfishness, letting them fall away like old paint chipping off a wall. I found the cracks and corners of my rusty heart where they had been hiding, and I released … Continue reading The other day …

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Closed doors, keys that do not open the closed doors

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In the quiet moments, when the weight of closed doors bears down, and keys fail to turn the stubborn locks, leaving us in the shadows, we find ourselves lost in the labyrinth of our own making, yearning to unravel the secrets that lie beyond. The will, a persistent thread, weaves its nest in the verdant branches, nurturing dreams, patiently hatching eggs that seem reluctant to crack, while we wait for the butterflies to emerge, shedding their cocoons, Transforming into creatures of freedom, dancing in the sunlight. Yet, amidst the anticipation, the ‘Not’ emerges repeatedly, as if our lives were restless … Continue reading Closed doors, keys that do not open the closed doors

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I do believe in this …

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I was born into the shackles of poverty, a life of struggle and hardship from the very start. But I refuse to be defined by my circumstances, for I hold no shame in being poor. For I am a seeker of knowledge, a believer in the power of learning and education. I strive to enrich my mind and soul, to rise above the limitations of my upbringing. I may not have material wealth, but I am rich in aspiration and determination. I hold onto the hope that one day my hard work and dedication will bear fruit, that my reward … Continue reading I do believe in this …

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The day of my rebirth

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In the quiet echo of a year gone by, I found myself at the edge of existence, lost in the depths of my own demise. It was a death unannounced, a departure without fanfare or farewell, a silence born of shame and the weight of unforgiven yesterdays. I drowned in the abyss of my own creation, fragmented by the weight of my own truths and the collapse of my lies. Desperate and devoid of hope, I surrendered to the void, carving myself into pieces with the sharp edges of my own mistakes. I died with a whisper, a pauper’s silence, … Continue reading The day of my rebirth

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Prayer of love I

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In the depths of your despair, I am the light that pierces through the darkness. In the chaos of your mind, I am the calm that soothes your soul. Into your darkest corner, you are safe in my love, you are protected. I am the sanctuary that welcomes you with open arms, the refuge that shields you from the storm. I am the openness you seek; I am your doorway to peace and serenity. Come sit in the circular temple of my heart, let the warmth of my embrace envelop you. Let the gentle rhythm of my love lull you … Continue reading Prayer of love I

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Why do some white people want to destroy indigenous so much?

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The desire to destroy indigenous peoples is rooted in a long history of colonialism, racism, and the pursuit of power and resources. It is a deeply ingrained and systemic issue that cannot be boiled down to simple explanations. It is not just about living in peace with nature, being outside the capitalist system, or the freedom of their naked bodies. It is about the systematic dehumanization and marginalization of indigenous peoples in order to justify the theft of their lands and resources. The idea that indigenous peoples are somehow a threat to “civilized” society is a dangerous and false narrative … Continue reading Why do some white people want to destroy indigenous so much?

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If we are part of humanity, we can’t make a habit of looking away

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In the tapestry of humanity, we are but a single thread, woven into the fabric of existence. And as part of this intricate design, we cannot turn a blind eye to the suffering of our fellow beings. For if we do, we will allow our conscience to wither and fade, like a wilting flower deprived of sunlight and water. And in this slow decay, we will lose touch with our own humanity, becoming mere shells of our former selves. To look away from the pain and anguish of others is to deny the very essence of our interconnectedness, to sever … Continue reading If we are part of humanity, we can’t make a habit of looking away

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Life was meant to be a symphony

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We once likened life to a journey, a pilgrimage with a solemn destination, an end goal that we strived to reach, be it success or heaven in the afterlife. We fixated on the pursuit of that final destination, missing the essence of the entire passage. Yet, all along, life was meant to be a symphony, a dance to the music that played around us. Each moment was a note in the grand composition of existence, and we were meant to sing and dance to its rhythm. We were meant to embrace the melody of laughter, to twirl in the joy … Continue reading Life was meant to be a symphony

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Even in the midst of a challenging time, I still feel thankful and blessed…

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In the midst of life’s tempest, I find myself standing, grateful for the blessings that surround me. Though the winds may howl, and the storms may rage, I am filled with an unyielding sense of gratitude that transcends the chaos. It is in these moments of adversity that I am reminded of the strength within me, the resilience that allows me to weather the storms. Each challenge becomes a testament to my capacity for growth, and for that, I am thankful. Even as the world around me seems to tremble, I am blessed with the unwavering support of those who … Continue reading Even in the midst of a challenging time, I still feel thankful and blessed…

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Wanted & Desired

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In the tender tumult of teenage years, I unraveled the stark disparity between being wanted and being truly desired. I discovered that the depths of intimacy are not merely measured by the exploration of physical realms in the hushed hours of 3 am, but by the gentle strokes of solace offered when the haunting whispers of demons refuse to slumber. I learned that the convergence of these two realms is not an impossibility, for I have tasted its sweetness and mourned its loss. Yet, I implore you to tread cautiously. Do not surrender your heart to one who seeks only … Continue reading Wanted & Desired