Category: #Poetry
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Energy Within: The Infinite Flame
Energy rises not from without but from the core of being, awakening in the alignment of thoughts, feelings, and actions. It deepens in the reflection of another’s presence— a communion of infinite light and mystery where love becomes prayer, and every heartbeat chants eternity.
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Autumn’s Sacred Fire: A Quadrille on Endings and Beginnings
Leaves surrender their green dreams, whispering ancient secrets to October wind. As summer’s laughter tucks deep beneath my ribs, memory keeps its sacred fire— teaching how beautifully we can bloom, even as we fall.
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The Glue That Binds Soul, Karma, and Body
Karma is not a blessing nor a curse, but the silent thread weaving soul to flesh— the glue that makes me stick awhile longer, teaching me in every heartbeat to honor this sacred partnership of body, karma, and soul.
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The Echo Game: A nursery rhyme for grown-ups
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With plastic bells And oil well shells And pretty maids all in a row Of unmarked graves below.
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How Often Do You Walk or Run #poetry
The Question Returns How often do you walk or run? The question echoes differently now, layered with all these perspectives, rich with recognition that the asking itself is movement, that consciousness is always in motion, even in stillness.
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What’s Your Favorite Word?
You ask me a simple question—what’s your favorite word? But words carry centuries, memories, and emotions hidden beneath their surface. This poem unfolds the delicate layers of language, weaving between personal memories and universal longing, building to a quiet climax where listening becomes the truest bond.
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The Architecture of Seven Days #poetry
A contemplative exploration of what it means to live an ideal week: waking with intention, embracing solitude and connection, reflecting through art, mindfulness, and the sacred ordinary. Each day unfolds like a new room in the house of attention, celebrating presence, transformation, and the radical art of being fully awake to one’s own brief, irreplaceable…
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The Weight of Words Unspoken
In the hospital room where silence grows thick as fog, I watch my father’s hands—once steady as oak branches, now trembling like autumn leaves against the stark white sheet. A deeply sensory exploration of watching a parent’s decline, where antiseptic burns the nostrils and unsaid conversations pool at our feet like storm clouds that never…
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The Silence Between Us: the Map of What Is Not Said #poetry
When you draw near, the ordinary arithmetic of hours and days splinters under the hush of something greater, the hush where our silences nest one inside another, like gentle Matryoshka dolls, each echo nestling toward the bone of recognition. You do not know how the world halts when you breathe beside me, how the molecules…
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The Call Beyond Silence #poetry
This is not just a poem—it is a call. A whisper to those who know they are more than their routines, more than the fear that cages them. It is an invitation to return to the playful, spiritual being within, to feel the heartbeat of the earth, to see the colours of thought in strangers’…
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