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Body language …

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She spoke with a wisdom that resonated deeply, “If we cannot revel in each other’s poetry, then there is nothing here. You cannot share the intimacy of another’s body each night and fail to find beauty in their language.” For in the whispers of our words, in the verses of our souls, lies the true essence of connection. To intertwine with another is to embrace the symphony of their thoughts, the cadence of their emotions, and the melody of their being. It is to cherish the artistry of their expression, to find solace in the verses that dance from their … Continue reading Body language …

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Unlove me …

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Unlove me, for I am but a silent and fragile wanderer, lost among the autumn leaves, feeling the weight of the world in each raindrop that falls. These words, they cut and choke, blinding my eyes in windows that reflect a weariness with the world. Disarm me with your smiles, unlove me for the shameful mistakes that stain my soul. Let the sunsets and goodbyes bleed me, as I leave home and forget about the promise of spring. For I am dying of love, suffocating under its weight. Unlove me, release me from the chains of affection that bind me, … Continue reading Unlove me …

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Some people are good at being in love. Some people are good at love

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Love is a complex dance, a symphony of emotions and experiences woven into the fabric of our lives. Some excel at the art of being in love, reveling in the romantic allure that captivates the heart. It’s the intoxicating rush of passion, the tender moments entwined in sheets, the laughter, and the endless conversations that flow effortlessly. This phase is a showcase of the best sides of both individuals, a time when separation feels unbearable, and the world seems to revolve around the other person. Yet, love truly begins when the initial excitement wanes, when the realities of life cast … Continue reading Some people are good at being in love. Some people are good at love

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The art of encounter …

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Have you ever paused to ponder the paths we cross before we finally meet the ones we are meant to love or learn from? The idea of fate may not always sit well with us, but there is a certain intrigue in the notion that some people are destined to be a part of our lives. Perhaps we have brushed shoulders with them on a crowded street or shared a fleeting glance in a bustling café. Maybe we have stood beside them in a concert crowd or passed them on a winding mountain trail. These chance encounters may seem insignificant … Continue reading The art of encounter …

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A giant soul

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During the tumultuous days of World War II, a young Japanese boy stood before a funeral pyre, his heart heavy with grief and his mind consumed with the weight of loss. He waited patiently for his turn to cremate his younger brother; his eyes fixed on the flames that danced before him. As the boy stood there, lost in his own thoughts, a guard approached him and asked for the body. The boy, his voice barely above a whisper, replied: “He is not heavy, he is my brother.” It was a simple statement, yet one that spoke volumes about the … Continue reading A giant soul

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Her silence

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Suspicious and uncomfortable in the silence, she sought refuge in the cacophony of her own thoughts. The voices inside her, relentless and unyielding, offered explanations and insights, yet failed to provide the solace she craved. The silence, pregnant with the weight of unspoken truths, was a source of anguish, for within it lay the echoes of her own unspoken fears and insecurities. To listen to the silence was to confront the unspoken parts of herself, the familiar ugliness and the unexpected virtues that had long been buried beneath the surface. These were facets of herself she had long sought to … Continue reading Her silence

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Chlorophyll

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Pour into me and be my chlorophyll so when the light of truth shines on us the grass will be greener on this side of love. I want to be your leaves and to feel the breeze of your kiss, cooling rain drops of your love. We shall grow together, intertwined like vines reaching for the sun. Your roots will connect with mine, drawing strength and nourishment from the earth. You will pour into me, becoming my chlorophyll, breathing life, and vitality into my being. And when the light of truth shines upon us, the grass will be greener on … Continue reading Chlorophyll

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In the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening …

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In the hush of the naked light, I beheld a sea of faces, countless souls adrift in the ebb and flow of existence. Ten thousand people, maybe more, their voices lost in the cacophony of life. Each one a solitary figure, lost in the crowd, speaking without words, hearing without truly listening. Their eyes, windows to the depths of their being, betrayed the silent yearning for connection, for understanding. Yet, amidst the noise and the chaos, their cries went unheard, their pleas unanswered. In the naked light, I witnessed the paradox of human existence – the struggle to be heard, … Continue reading In the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening …

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Fly me to the moon …

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Fly me to the moon, where the stars twinkle like a symphony of dreams, and the gentle embrace of the universe whispers secrets of the cosmos. Let me dance among the constellations, where spring blooms on Jupiter and Mars, painting the heavens with hues of celestial wonder. In other words, hold my hand, let our spirits intertwine like the celestial bodies that dance across the night sky. Darling, let your lips meet mine in a tender kiss, a melody that resonates through the expanse of time and space. Fill my heart with the sweet serenade of love, let it echo … Continue reading Fly me to the moon …

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Voyage

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The road to healing is a winding path, a journey through the labyrinth of the soul. There were days when the weight of the world pressed upon my chest, and the thought of rising seemed an insurmountable feat. In those moments of darkness, I felt the heavy cloak of solitude shroud my spirit, yet I held on, clinging to the fragile threads of hope. The world, in its enigmatic way, has a peculiar tenderness. If you but endure through the night, it will gently coax your eyes open to the promise of a new day. It may sound surreal, but … Continue reading Voyage