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Throw it all away, strip yourself naked!

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Throw away the opinions that cloud your vision, the likes and dislikes that divide your heart. Embrace the before-thinking mind, the pure essence of your being that knows no judgment, no bias. In this state of mind, we are all the same. Your before-thinking mind, my before-thinking mind, they are one and the same. And in this oneness, we find our true substance, the essence of our being that connects us to the universe. The tree, the mountain, the cloud, and you – we are all one. In the before-thinking mind, there are no words to separate us, no concepts … Continue reading Throw it all away, strip yourself naked!

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Prayer of love

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I am the verse that holds your name, a sacred melody that paints the sunset with our colors. I confess the pain of longing, the hope that heals, and the love that transcends imperfections. In the future-more-than-perfect, we walk hand in hand, shaping our dreams. To love is to change the very home of our souls, to live in each other’s embrace. Love is the prayer on our lips, the laughter in our souls, and the breath that respects each pause and hesitation. I carry your burdens on my shoulders, finding solace in the refuge of your skin. I want … Continue reading Prayer of love

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Strong spirits …

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When the storm breaks, it is a symphony of chaos and fear. Each man, like a wild creature, reacts in accordance with his own nature. Some are paralyzed by the thunderous roar, their hearts pounding like drums in their chests. They are numb with terror, unable to move or think, gripped by the primal instinct to survive. Others flee, their feet pounding against the earth as they seek shelter from the savage fury of the storm. They run as if their very lives depend on it, desperate to escape the wrath of nature unleashed. Some hide, seeking refuge in the … Continue reading Strong spirits …

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Beauty

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Your dark skin is a canvas of beauty, a rich and deep hue that tells a story of strength and resilience. It holds the warmth of the sun’s embrace, a testament to the legacy of your ancestors. Though the world may not always recognize its worth, it is a treasure that shines like a precious gem. Like the mighty African kings and queens of old, your skin is a symbol of power and regality. It is a reminder of the heritage and legacy that runs through your veins. Embrace it, celebrate it, for it is a part of your identity … Continue reading Beauty

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Reflections about death …

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A death in the family, a stark reminder of the fragility of life, the ticking of time it got me thinking, what if it were my last few days what would really matter to me, what would I hold dear? Is it the relationships, the bonds that tie us together or the peace of mind, the solace of a quiet soul, is it achieving something great, leaving a mark or simply doing something good, spreading love and kindness? Is it living the life I always wanted, free and wild or going after my dreams, chasing them with fervor is it … Continue reading Reflections about death …

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Remember

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Remember my love, when we danced in the realm of invincibility, when our love knew no bounds, when it soared beyond the ordinary. Recall those days when we clung to summer’s warmth amidst winter’s chill, embracing the elegance of clouds, the freedom of birds, and the innocence of youth. Remember when we felt immortal, unscathed by wounds, untouched by pain. We once dwelled in a world untouched by wreckage, where we embraced heights and integers alone. Peace was our comforting blanket, enchantment our daily rhythm, rest our sanctuary, and miracles our routine. Remember, my love, when we left room for … Continue reading Remember

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Love me as the torrents of tides …

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In the dance of our existence, if you desire to love me, let it be a tempest, a tempest that rages with the ferocity of a wild storm. Love me fiercely, with the imprint of your teeth, with the embrace of your hands, the passion in your eyes, and the rhythm of your hips. Love me with the force of thunder, with the raw essence of your being, with the fire that burns within your soul. Love me as if you were shaping the very fabric of the divine, sculpting the gods themselves with the intensity of your ardor. Love … Continue reading Love me as the torrents of tides …

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Close to you …

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Keep me somewhere, in the folds of your heart, where I can reside as a cherished memory, a whisper of love that lingers through time. Fold me enough time to fit inside your shirt pocket, close to your beating chest, and carry me with you wherever you go. Keep me in the lead of your pencil, let my essence flow through every stroke, infusing the words you write with the depth of our connection. Keep me potted by the window, a living reminder of our bond, and water me every day, nurturing our love as you nurture the growing leaves. … Continue reading Close to you …

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Welcome February

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Welcome February, with your crisp air and promise of new beginnings. Open the doors of this life, and let in the light of hope and joy. Open the windows to good things, and let them flow in like a gentle breeze, filling our hearts with warmth and happiness. Love and peace, let them be our guiding stars as we journey through this month, embracing all the beauty and blessings it has to offer. Welcome, February, may you bring us love, peace, and endless possibilities. Continue reading Welcome February

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Child’s heart …

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In the innocence of a child, the heart finds its haven, where small joys dance freely, unburdened by the need to conform to grander pleasures. Purity, with its narrow dimensions, holds within it a mystery, whether orchestrated by chance or the hands of distant gods. Our stature seems to mirror the very essence of our being, as if we perfectly align with the measure of our own shadows. To embrace the greatest joys and happiness, they say one must first welcome the weight of sufferings, untold and unseen, and to continually breathe life into our dreams, thus preserving our innocence … Continue reading Child’s heart …