Tag: Nature
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Where the River Remembers – a tanka-prose
The river carries silences and unspoken goodbyes, bending unchanged while memories soften like moss on stone. In its patient flow, connection transforms into wind, water, and the quiet space between breaths. #TankaProse #RiverMemories #NatureHeals #PoetryHealing #TimelessLove
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What the Day Leaves Behind: tanka-prose
As daylight bends toward evening, even shadows hesitate—caught between departure and stillness. In the gentler pause of late afternoon, we learn that presence leaves softer traces than pursuit. #TankaProse #MindfulMoments #EveningLight #PoetryCommunity #Reflections
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Whispers Beyond the Edge
Crossing the invisible boundary between humans and the natural world is not about science or mastery—it is about kneeling in awe, listening deeply, and responding with patience, humility, and care. Through the lens of a beginner’s mind, we rediscover laughter, courage, and the quiet miracle of life unfolding in every leaf, river, and star. #BeginnerMind…
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Be Truly Present
Make love. Make tea. Skip small talk, choose real conversations. Bring home a plant and care for it. Make your bed, and someday, make someone else’s too. Be witty, be sharp. Run wild. Create art. Dive into the ocean. Dance under the rain. Take risks. Ask things. Fall, learn, rise. Know your value. Love deeply.…
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Leaves Through September #poetry #BlitzPoem
Golden leaves fall slowly, hands let go, and memories linger as autumn quietly unfolds. This blitz poem races through images of letting go, holding warmth, longing, and acceptance—a moving meditation on the profound beauty and quiet peace in the transition from summer to fall.
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Joy in Fragments
Steam rises from tea—the first sip holds yesterday’s worries, then lets go… A puddle mirrors the sky after sudden rain, and I pause to see myself floating among clouds—this accidental heaven… Joy arrives quietly, not in grand gestures but in the space between one breath and the next—this moment, given freely.
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An Ocean Inside Me
There is an ocean inside me, vast and unnamed, where storms brew without warning and tides pull at my ribcage like moon-drunk waters against some forgotten shore. I carry saltwater in my veins, ancient brine that remembers the first breath of creation, when everything was fluid and possibility moved in currents deeper than memory…
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Between the Trees and the Stars: My Journey Through Camping’s Quiet Lessons
Camping isn’t just about sleeping under the stars—it’s about reconnecting with nature, others, and yourself. This reflective essay explores the raw, beautiful lessons learned beneath the trees and the open sky.
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The Ones Who Knew How to Sing (a meditation in birdsong) #NaPoWriMo #24
In a world cluttered with noise and stories, birds remind us that healing doesn’t need a reason, and song doesn’t ask for silence to begin. A lyrical meditation on grief, hope, and the quiet courage of birdsong.
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Fragments of Childhood: A Tapestry of Fleeting Moments #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
A collection of sensory memories—scents, sights, textures, and sounds—that evoke the essence of childhood. Each fragment, a shimmering thread woven into the fabric of innocence, wonder, and the timeless magic of growing up.
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