be without any past
and the spring of
your life will be fresh
and innocent
without manipulation.

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The tapering at the
end of love is where
the prayer waits.

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to speak to myself with the same kindness I give to others.

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that healing isn't linear, and I can still love myself in the middle of the mess.

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Amid golden blooms where
morning breathes, a yellow
butterfly dares to rest.
Fragile wings kissed by rising
light, yet fearless in the fog’s soft veil.
Even the smallest soul can
catch the dawn and wear its glory
like a crown.It is not size,
but presence, that
makes the moment eternal.

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is not the silence of void,
but of accumulation—
the quiet residue of every
word unspoken, every grief too
profound for sound.
In the hush of 2 a.m.,
something ancient stirs
behind the veil.

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It’s the secret stitched into the horizon’s edge, hums in oceans and dreams, cloaked in cool serenity–forever watching, forever waiting, just beyond the warmth of flame.

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you are the tender glow that visits my soul when I least expect it, like the quiet hum of morning light, the sound of a loved one’s laughter and the stillness after tears. You slip between cracks of broken days, reminding me that beauty endures even in sorrow. You arrive unnoticed, bloom quietly in ordinary moments, and vanish like a mirage. Stay a little longer, be gentle with my heart, remind me that even broken things can still shine, and I can breathe again.

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बूंदों की बौछार बहे,
बजती बदली बाँसुरी कहे।
बरखा बरसे हर वन में,
बिजली बोले बादल छिन में।
बगिया बोले भीग-भीग जाए,
बिंदु-बिंदु में प्रेम समाए।
बंसी की तान बजाए पवन,
बेलें बल खाएं हरि भवन।
बहक जाए हर बाल मन।
बहे भावना बन विरह-वचन।

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that creates space for the soul
to unfold in a world that's
too loud to listen;
mistaken for emptiness
it's a rendezvoue with the
inner peace.

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