I Return to Myself

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' Meet Me At The Edge '

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Heart unfurls
in warm arms
of a devoted lover
frozen emotions melt
in moments.

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“In the Pyre, With You”

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The Sacred Undoing
Life chooses either people or circumstances
to deliver profound soul lessons—
nudging us toward self-evolution
and alignment with our true purpose.

Layer by layer, illusions fall away,
stripping the ego, shaking the very foundations
we once mistook for safety.
We’re thrust out of our comfort zones
long before we even feel prepared.

We spiral into anxiety,
cling to what no longer serves,
and resist the chaos that arrives
just as we are being called to transform.

In our attempt to preserve reputation,
we chase false validation
from those who never truly saw our hearts.

It takes immense courage—and time—
to surrender control,
to embrace vulnerability,
to stop wondering how others might perceive us
while we navigate the storm.

And yet, in this unraveling,
we begin to gather ourselves again—
authentic, aware, and free—
ready to burn the bridges
that once bound us
to karmic ties we were never meant to carry forever.

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The Flowers That Never Bloomed

I hope someday
you find yourself lonely
across a crowded room—
full of fancy laughter and empty banter,
hiding the weight of your veiled gloom.

In that moment,
you'll regret not watering
the seeds I planted—
born of love,
meant for us,
and the flowers that never bloomed.

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The Light You Lost
Her essence is indelible.
At night, when the weight of the world
presses down on your shoulders,
her memory wraps you
in a strange, familiar comfort.

She’s no ordinary woman—
her aura speaks before she does.
But many misread
the silence in her strength,
never knowing it flows
from a fire that burns quietly within.

You misjudged her too.
And broke her tender heart
when all she needed was
your affection.
You cast her aside,
believing that she will
become a fleeting memory—
but you were wrong.

Now, she lives in your mind and heart—
rent-free.
You crave her warmth each day,
pretending you’re unfazed,
but feel haunted by her in your sleep.

Darling, she was never weak-hearted,
nor waiting to be rescued.
She was the light you once prayed for—
and the light you lost forever.

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In the Quiet

Can you hear my silence, loud and clear?
All the confessions my heart whispers to you
in the quiet of midnight,
when sleep feels like a distant dream,
and your inner world turns dark and dreary
without the warmth of my unspoken love.

Do you miss my presence—
my voice, my touch—
and try to hold on to it all
before waking up
to the harshness of reality,
a reality that stands between you and me?

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When Her Devotee Falls
—a poem for Goddess Kali (Ma)

Whenever Her devotee
feels defeated,
unworthy,
and broken—
She rises from within,
holds their trembling hands,
and guides them back
to their soul’s purpose.

With fierce grace,
She offers protection,
divine wisdom,
and unseen blessings.

She tests their patience,
shatters illusions—
it aches,
but it frees,
birthing truth
in the ashes of the false.

She is not for the faint-hearted.
She is for the brave—
those who dare to die
a thousand ego deaths,
yet still rise,
and still reach
for Her.

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Moon beamed bright
Seeing us together
Hearts whispered promises

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