The deep breaths I took
Felt like the ebb and flow of the ocean
Like holding a conch shell to my ear
My heartbeat slowed to a steady rhythm,
Silencing the cacophony of voices
in my head
Slowly, quietly;
I breathed love into me once more
Remembering that
I am worthy,
I am enough.

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One, two, three
You and me
With our baby

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The peacocks perched high
Though their heads bowed low
Watching a little girl meet her granpa
Resting in eternal slumber below
Through the earth, they connected
And their souls kissed hello.

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As a child, I always thought of God as a golden being in the backdrop of a sky, with a face that smiled when I did "good" and frowned when I did something "bad". Good and bad. Right and wrong. Black and white.
Truth is we are all morally grey.
Today I see God as an energy, a white light, with the power of the universe. You can worship God as an avatar, a messiah, a prophet; but ultimately God is universal energy.
I believe we see God in the little moments- in the quietness of sunshine diffusing through the leaves, in the soft warmth of a reassuring hand, the sweet innocent smile of a child.
We are all morally grey, but regardless of whether you believe in God, I hope you lean more towards a lighter grey than a darker one

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I feared,
That I have to let you go
at sundown.
Seeing my dismay,
The sun decided
to shine on forever.
Just so we would
always be together.

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Some were kept, most of it were broken
Together forever remained unscathed yet unspoken

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I remember our first kiss
A hint of smoke, chocolate,
and iced tea.
But more than that,
I remember not wanting to stop.
My heart beating slightly off rhythm,
But in sync with yours,
Quietly yearning and wondering
When our lips would meet again.
I remember our first kiss
like it was yesterday.

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Born to be second
Born to be shortest
Yet celebrated and mourned
By lovers all over.

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How do I fall in love with all of you?
When there are so many pieces,
so many layers?
A lot scattered,
Some hidden,
Few lost.
Like an ever-changing jigsaw puzzle.
Working my way in from the outside,
The picture appears to grow
and the pieces seem infinite.
I wonder,
Will I ever get to the heart of it?

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I chased after highs,
To get over my lows.
I wasted away in sighs,
To forget my silent woes.
I wove truth out of lies,
Like nurturing a dying rose.
I chose to be a fool,
than to be wise;
My heart beats to a close.

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