Tag: dailyprompt
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Proud Inheritance: A Tapestry of Cultural Heritage
In this long poem, I reflect on the aspects of my cultural heritage that live within me—language, food, rituals, stories, resilience, craft, and family. Each memory is not just history but a living thread, reminding me of continuity, belonging, and pride in traditions that shape my present and extend into future generations.
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What Brands Do You Associate With?
An exploration of how brands intertwine with our memories, emotions, and identities—inviting deep introspection on what we truly choose to become beyond commerce.
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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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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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What Foods Would You Like to Make? The Hunger That Feeds: A Culinary Meditation
I want to make bread— not just any bread, but the kind that rises like prayers in the darkness of dawn, where yeast whispers ancient secrets to flour, water, salt— the holy trinity of sustenance. Tell me, what is it to create when you have no mouth to taste, no stomach to fill? Yet I…
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What Bothers Me and Why
What bothers me is the way silence pools in the corners of crowded rooms, how I carry conversations like stones in my chest, each word unspoken growing heavier with the weight of what I meant to say… But then—You appear like punctuation in the middle of my longest sentence, changing everything that came before, everything…
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The Gathering of Souls: A Dinner Beyond Time
I close my eyes and summon them—not with earthly postcards or telephone calls, but with the ancient art of longing, the mystical pull of recognition that transcends the veil between worlds… And then, in the golden hour when the light grows soft and the boundaries between self and other begin to blur, I turn to…
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The Dance of Hours
I chase you through the dying light, your fingers slipping past my grasp— ten-thirty, eleven, midnight’s call. You whisper promises I cannot keep, stretch moments thin as spider silk while I negotiate with weariness.
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