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Pay attention to the little things

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In the delicate dance of life, it’s the subtle nuances that whisper the truth. The heavy sighs that linger in the air, the awkward silences that speak volumes, the hesitant words that falter on the tongue – they are the silent messengers, bearing secrets untold. Pay heed to the little things, for they are the breadcrumbs that lead to the heart’s hidden chambers. The weight of a sigh, the weight of a heavy heart; the awkward silence, a reflection of unspoken turmoil; the hesitant speech, a veil for unspoken fears. In the quiet spaces between words, in the pregnant pauses, … Continue reading Pay attention to the little things

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Forgive me

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Forgive me, for I failed to heed your gentle call, In the silence, I feared abandonment’s cruel thrall. I longed for thunderous proclamations, a resounding decree, a clear bell tolling, a call that would set me free. In my anguish, I raged and wept, lost in the void, the deafening silence, my senses left destroyed. Why did you not make your presence known to me? I strained to hear, yet your whisper eluded my plea. In my arrogance, I overlooked your subtle grace, blinded by my yearning for a louder, bolder embrace. But the silence was not void, not a … Continue reading Forgive me

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Do you believe in the impossible?

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Do you believe in the impossible? Do you believe in the impossible? A child raised in a violent home, turning out to be the most loving creature of all. Do you believe in the impossible? Learning to write at age 55 only to write your memoirs before illness takes you away? Do you believe modern individuals of an anesthetized society? Can you possibly see further than you can reach in order to grab, grab something from me? Do you believe this world is not out to get you? I was kicking boys, and making girls cry once. Now every time … Continue reading Do you believe in the impossible?

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Something to be thankful for

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I sincerely hope that, today and every day, each and everyone finds something for which to be thankful. Many people struggle at this time of year because there is something or someone missing in their lives. I most certainly empathize with those people, as we can all find something that we lack and are missing in our lives.What about the people and things DO have in your lives? If you focus on what have, instead of what you do not have, in your life, your outlook on life is a bit sweeter. I truly wish you a cup filled with … Continue reading Something to be thankful for

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I cannot emphasize …

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I cannot emphasize this enough. It’s about being actively and passionately engaged in everything you do. Life is not meant to be a passive spectator sport, but a grand stage where every moment is an opportunity to pour your heart and soul into the unfolding drama. If not passionately and with all that you have to give, why do it at all? Sure, there are moments that may seem mundane, tasks that are less than thrilling, and challenges that test our patience. But even in these moments, there is an opportunity to infuse them with the essence of our being. … Continue reading I cannot emphasize …

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Appreciation

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I am deeply grateful to all who have been by my side, weaving their presence into the fabric of my life. To those who have opened their hearts, offering comfort and understanding, and allowing me to share my innermost thoughts, I extend my sincere appreciation. To those who have weathered the storms of my soul, who have stood steadfast in the face of my shortcomings and struggles, I am humbled by your unwavering support. Your patience has been a beacon of light in the darkest of nights, guiding me through the labyrinth of my own complexities. Even to those who … Continue reading Appreciation

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How do you become a poem?

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To become a poem, you must first shed the weight of the past, burn bridges as you cross them, and find the courage to step into the unknown. Instead of drowning in the depths of regret, you learn to swim, to navigate the currents of life with grace and resilience. With each stroke, you carve your path through the waters of experience, shaping your journey into verses that resonate with the essence of love. You become a symphony of words; a tapestry of emotions woven from the threads of your heart. To become a poem, you must embrace the flames … Continue reading How do you become a poem?

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Happy 2024!

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May every dawn be a sacred moment, a chance to bow in humble gratitude for the abundance that surrounds me. For the shelter that enfolds me, the warmth of family, the vitality of a healthy body, and the flawed beauty of my mind. For the treasures of my talents, and the simple sustenance of a nourishing meal. May I never forget the richness of these blessings and may my heart overflow with thankfulness at the break of each new day. And as the night descends, may I seek out a glimmer of light, a breath of tranquility, and a wellspring … Continue reading Happy 2024!

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I do not know …

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I don’t know much about a lot of things. I don’t understand how governments can betray their own people, how innocent children fall victim to the cruel sting of bullets, how the earth trembles beneath the weight of our actions, and yet we refuse to accept responsibility for the damage we have wrought. I don’t know when it became taboo to share our deepest sorrows and questions, to seek solace in our collective vulnerability. I don’t know. But amidst the chaos and despair, I do know that there is a sacred pulse, a divine rhythm that resonates in the heart … Continue reading I do not know …

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I will love you …

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I will love you until the stars refuse to twinkle, and the moon forgets to rise, until the sun wearies of its endless dance across the sky. I will love you until the very essence of nature rebels against its own design, until the bird spurns its nest, and the worm turns from the apple, until the apple shuns the tree, and the tree forsakes the nest. As time weaves its intricate tapestry, I will love you through the ebb and flow of our days, as we grow older, as we find ourselves drifting apart, and as the world spins … Continue reading I will love you …