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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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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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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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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 …

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Stillness

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In the quiet of the night, I’ve tried to adjust my eyes, to push the pain away to aside. I’ve sought to grasp the fleeting moments, to hold my breath in a refrain, or a sigh, but sometimes the only way to gain, is to hide. Like a solitary dancer in the moon’s soft glow, I’ve spun and twirled, hoping to escape the ache that lingers in the corners of my soul. I’ve painted my sorrows with the colors of dusk, hoping to blend them into the fading light, to become invisible, to be free from the weight that pulls … Continue reading Stillness

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It’s 8 o’clock

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At the stroke of eight, as promised, our souls intertwine in the dance of time. The world pauses, and in this fleeting moment, our smiles paint the canvas of eternity. It’s 8 o’clock, and joy wraps around us like a warm embrace. There’s no room for the ticking of the clock, for in this space, we hold the weight of every dream, every hope, and every wish. By now, your eyes meet mine, and in that gaze, I find the echoes of a thousand lifetimes, a thousand promises. Before and after the hands of time, I pledge my heart to … Continue reading It’s 8 o’clock

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Existence – Poetry

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Sleep discovered from dreams, a sanctuary of stillness and peace. Silence in the mouth, where words dare not disturb the tranquility. But in the eyes, a world of poetry unfolds, each glance a verse, each blink a stanza. The body, adorned with transparent stars, a celestial tapestry woven into the very fabric of existence. A sky in your clothes, a moon stamped on your nose, and the sun dancing on your cheeks. You are a walking constellation, a masterpiece of the cosmos. And within this celestial visage, a face filled with tenderness, a sketch of poetry etched into the very … Continue reading Existence – Poetry

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My darling, you have to appreciate all those who you love …

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My darling, in the tender embrace of twilight, let us dwell upon the delicate fabric of life, where moments, like delicate petals, unfurl and fade in the gentle breath of time. We must cherish those we hold dear, for in the quiet whispers of our hearts, we never foresee that the last time may silently tiptoe upon us, stealing away the chance to linger in the warmth of their presence. We dance in the illusion of eternity, believing that there will always be another embrace, another shared laughter, another chance to bask in the radiance of love. Yet, life’s fleeting … Continue reading My darling, you have to appreciate all those who you love …

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Me, myself, and I

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Deep within me, I am a paradox, a tapestry of contradictions woven into a singular existence. I am complex, yet at my core, simplicity reigns. My stature may be small, but within me, grand ideals take root and flourish. There are moments when I wander through the labyrinth of my thoughts, feeling adrift, yet I always manage to rediscover the essence of who I am. I am not confined to a singular truth, for within me, the very nature of truth itself evolves and transforms. Just as the human spirit is boundless and ever-changing, so too are the truths that … Continue reading Me, myself, and I

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Life: divine mystery

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In the quiet hum of life, I saw a boy running, his laughter weaving through the fabric of time. The hours danced around him, as if caught in his joyous wake. I dipped my feet into the flowing stream of moments, and there, amidst the gentle current, I found a home I never wished to leave. The sun, a faithful companion, still illuminates the highway I never wandered. Its golden rays linger, casting a warm embrace upon the untraveled road. I glimpsed a woman, tending to the miracle of another life. Time stood still, allowing me to witness the sacred … Continue reading Life: divine mystery