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A Day of Awakening

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There lies a hope inside my poor heart —a yearning for a day when the world shifts on its axis, when the sun rises with a different hue, and when compassion becomes the currency of our souls. Wouldn’t it be a most awesome day when the self-proclaimed Christians—the bearers of the cross—truly heeded the whispers of their Savior? When they stepped out of stained-glass sanctuaries and into the gritty streets, their footsteps echoing the ancient path of love and justice. Imagine them, these modern-day disciples, casting aside the shackles of indifference. Their eyes no longer averted from the downtrodden but … Continue reading A Day of Awakening

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The Alchemy of the Heart

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In the quiet chambers of the heart, where whispers echo and secrets dwell, there is a rhythm—a gentle cadence of giving. It is a heart that breathes life, not with the force of a tempest, but with the softness of a zephyr, so as not to hurt. Put Love into our hands, for they are the crucibles of our humanity. They divide, not to diminish, but to multiply—to share the warmth of a touch, the comfort of a grasp. In this division, we find the arithmetic of compassion, where every act of kindness multiplies, spreading like ripples across the surface … Continue reading The Alchemy of the Heart

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Prayer For The Poetry In Me

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In the serene dusk of being, where the world often presents its harsh realities, there lies a tender prayer to the great architect of the Universe, the guardian of life’s mysteries. “Father,” whispers the soul, yearning for guidance through life’s labyrinth, “may my eyes, those windows to the vibrant hues of dreams and wonders, never be shrouded by the bitter frost that life can sometimes breathe upon us.” For in the poetry of life, we find solace, a rhythm that beats in harmony with our heart’s deepest desires. It is the poetry that paints our experiences in shades of hope, … Continue reading Prayer For The Poetry In Me

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Prose on Love, Kindness, and Openness of Heart

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In the quietude of your words, there lies a profound truth, a gentle whisper amidst the cacophony of the mundane. You speak of weariness, a soul’s lament at the masquerade that dances around the essence of our being. Yet, in this confession, there is a plea, a yearning for the genuine, the pure, the heartfelt. “I’m sorry if my responses sound silly to you at times,” you say, and in this apology, there is an innocence, a disarming honesty that beckons one closer. For what is silliness, but the joyous laughter of a spirit unburdened by pretense, a mind liberated from … Continue reading Prose on Love, Kindness, and Openness of Heart

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Yes …

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Poetry was born a woman. She danced into the world, her steps scribing verses upon the canvas of time, and in her wake, we found our voices, becoming poets by her grace. Without her, our world would be barren, a landscape of infertile lands and gray colors, devoid of the vibrant hues that signify life’s rich emotions. She is the sublime creation, the muse of our deepest contemplations, bestowing upon life its myriad meanings. In her, we find the embodiment of the sacred roles—the nurturing mothers, the caring sisters, the inspiring daughters, the guiding teachers, the pioneering scientists, the supportive friends, and the passionate lovers. Each role, a testament … Continue reading Yes …

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Dear Universe,

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Today, I stand before you, asking for life to be blessed and for the courage to embrace necessary abandonment. May what remain of me from this moment forward serve as my redemption. May the tomorrows that await me welcome and receive me anew, whole, and unbroken. May the next page of my life be blank, ready to be filled with new experiences and lessons. May my heart be filled with love, compassion, and understanding. Amidst my mistakes, may I find the strength to forgive myself. Between my complaints, may I find a horizon where I can honor my potential. I … Continue reading Dear Universe,

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The dark night of the soul

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In the shadows of my soul, where light is but a distant memory, I found myself. The dark night of the soul, a journey not for the faint-hearted, but for those who dare to face their deepest fears. It was a plunge into the abyss, a descent into the uncharted depths of my being. The consequences were immediate and profound. I was seized by shivers, a chilling reminder of the unknown that lay ahead. All familiar landmarks vanished, swallowed by the inky blackness. I was adrift in a sea of uncertainty, the compass of my soul spinning wildly, offering no … Continue reading The dark night of the soul

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No, you do not know the real dimension of despair. What a cliff is, darkness, annihilation …

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Indeed, the real dimension of despair is often unknown to many. It is a precipice, a plunge into darkness, a complete annihilation of hope and joy. It is a vertigo-inducing fall into the abyss of the soul, despair within despair, a naked vulnerability devoid of any nuances. It is an impotence that is revealed and echoed in the murky mirror of meanings, a kidnapping of our very essence. We often use words in our daily lives that are far from trivial, treating them as if they were. These words, these everyday utterances, do not always correspond to our past experiences, … Continue reading No, you do not know the real dimension of despair. What a cliff is, darkness, annihilation …

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Why?

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In the depths of my soul, I have witnessed the dance of darkness and light, the interplay of hope and despair. I have seen the face of humanity, etched with the lines of both cruelty and kindness. I have seen the monstrous acts that one human can inflict upon another, the injustices that make the soul shudder, and the heart weep. I have seen the children, innocent and pure, caught in the crossfire of adult wars, their laughter silenced, their smiles faded. I have seen their small bodies, once full of life and joy, now lifeless and cold. And I … Continue reading Why?

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Attraction

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In the quiet reflection of the glass, we often seek truths untold, for in the mirror’s gaze lies a story, not of years, but of the soul. It whispers not of waistlines, nor the numbers that tip the scales, but of the grace with which we stand, amidst life’s winding trails. Attraction, they say, is skin deep, but true allure is the art of poise, it’s the unspoken kindness in a glance, the warmth in a voice. It’s the smile that greets the stranger, the laughter that fills the room, the passion that ignites like fire, dispelling shadows of gloom. … Continue reading Attraction