Tag: Cosmic imagery
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What Leaves, What Remains, What Gathers Light
Sometimes what feels like a loss is life quietly rearranging the room within us—moving people, breaking structures, and dimming familiar lights so that something truer can enter without obstruction. In the silence that follows, we learn to release, to value what remains, and to trust again, slowly, under a wider sky. #lettinggo #lifeunfolds #innerjourney #cosmicwisdom…
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Dream Harvesters: Elixir of the Unseen Orbit
In the quiet hollow of my skull, a spark ignites—not fire, but the soft glow of a firefly trapped in amber, pulsing with the madness of what if. What if we could bottle the night’s wild confessions? Harvesters wander fog-shrouded valleys, neural threads drinking our slumber’s chaos, distilling dreams into reality-upgrading elixirs amid baobab groves…
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Everything Unfolds: A Quiet Trust in Becoming
Sometimes, what seems like a loss is simply making space for something far better to come together— like a sky clearing itself of old storms so new constellations can finally be seen. #Purpose #LettingGo #InnerJourney #CosmicAwareness #TrustTheUnfolding
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The Museum of Unmade Things
I have learned this the way one learns the taste of salt in tears— slowly, unwillingly, after many nights of staring at ceilings that resemble blank pages. #perfectionism #creativejourney #innercritic #makingart
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Every Moment, a Blank Page
Every moment feels like turning a page, a quiet sound only the heart can hear— space opening where fear once lived, inviting breath, ink, and becoming. So much room to dream in, so much light waiting to be written. #FreeVersePoetry #InnerJourney #CosmicAwareness #CreativeLife #PebbleGalaxy
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Three Cards, One Deck of Breath: Three Cards I Carried Until I Learned to Let Them Go
I carried three cards in my pocket— Hero for the days I needed light, Victim for the nights that asked me to endure, Villain when fear mistook itself for power. Only when I placed them on the earth did I learn how to stand without a role, under a sky that needs no masks. #InnerJourney…
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When Arms Remember the Language of Stars
When words falter and silence grows heavy, a hug steps in—rooting us, steadying us, reminding us of our shared gravity. In the quiet language of touch, hearts find reassurance, pain softens, and hope learns how to breathe again. A simple embrace can become a small galaxy of belonging, whispering what the soul most needs to…
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These Are the Hours That Shape Us
These are the hours that arrive quietly—without spectacle or warning—settling into our bones through glowing screens, restless silences, and unanswered questions. In a world strained by division, loss, and relentless change, resilience does not roar; it endures. This poem traces an inner passage through grief, uncertainty, and fractured times, widening slowly into a cosmic awareness…
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Multitude: A Dialogue in Vibration
Echoes of Fire and Water They are not the same, but they are not apart. The space between them is a cathedral of all they have not said. He is a thousand voices in her head; she is a thousand mirrors in his chest. They are not a solution. They are the problem. They are…
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