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What are you, my dearest friend? What do you want to be? What brings you joy? What makes you weak? What did they tell you about who you are? What did they try to make you believe? How did they do that? Who allowed them? No matter what you may hear about yourself, no matter…
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I dreamt of you: You were holding me between your clouds. Your crests were dropping sun rays on my cheeks. My eyes climbed your peaks before. I was on the ship, floating on top of a universe of creatures, humbled by the stillness of the limestones. I felt bliss once I understood that indeed I…
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Life has a way of showing us beauty in the most unexpected places. Opening your heart to the sky means letting in a flow of energy and love, and understanding that you are enough, complete, and powerful. You are holding the beauty of a limping heart, cracked, and isolated at times but still big, compassionate,…
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I miss the golden, old Fall, that cries over it’s broadleaf trees, setting up a spectacle, sending me to my old books, to cups of chamomile tea and talks about how other Autumns used to be. I miss the blurred glass, where I used to walk the tip of my finger, drawing paths to my…
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I’m gonna pack my hopes and head to Nowhere. No, you’re not! Why not? Because no world is welcoming for a girl who has only hopes to pack. Not even one that is called “Nowhere.” What is wise to do when the bet is on keeping your spiritual structure, physical body, and mental health unimpaired?…
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 Sometimes, I had to crawl on my way up. Collapsing so many times has diluted my spirit, and my walk became clumsy. I tried to resume but my legs just wouldn’t listen. Look, it is not going to be easy but you are going to make it. I just had to tell myself this…
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I have never learned how to make myself understood or what should I manifest in some of my interactions. How much should it be given, and how much should I expect to be returned? Most of the time, I would just tangle between my personalities, being uncertain if I should have any boundaries if I…
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“[…]what are you?” She asked with a cried, fainted voice, pulling her eyes out from the cushions. “You know me. I am your forever friend, you prayed for me. I am now deserted in the wooden box you keep in the attic, between the pages of an old journal.” She thought she might be dreaming…
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I have become universal, longing for extraordinary, astonishment, fearing nothing else than a manipulative Self that can drive me to destruction. I strive to kill my Ego, to not be led by a wrecked mind, and to make the difference between what should be kept and what should be left. People want us predictable, obedient,…
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My night is in complete inner silence. Far away from clutter. Under the gentle voice of compassion. For myself first. I watched recently Good Will Hunting. I have seen it years ago but at the time I didn’t seem to understand the unspoken script, the words that would meet in a Universe of glimpses, and…
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