Dry plane-tree leaves, at the mercy of the wind!
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A gentle guide leaves rivers in the heart
that no storm can dry.
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Do not be afraid of every storm —some come like the autumn winds to blow away old leaves so new ones could sprout. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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The Soul is not something outside of you. The Soul is integrated within your very cells. It moves, travels, but never leaves you body fully until you take your last breath. It carries your encodings with it where it goes to continue its lessons. It is hooked into the physical Heart as etheric thread. So do not look for Soul in the heavens. Use it as it presents in material form in the here and now with mind as the tool.
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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If you navigate your time or era with positive thinking, there will be peace and auspicious deeds.
Negative thinking leaves a bad imprint, making life difficult.
"Kalyug is just a name; the meaning is you."
With love,
Jagdish Bajantri
Rishi Tantracharya Aghori Mhabharamnad
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“When leaves fall from the trees, do not despair, there’s beauty in a tree that’s stripped bare.”
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In the tapestry of life, each thread of struggle weaves a brighter future; it’s never too late to chase dreams, ignite passions, and dance to the rhythm of hope.
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Cruel with guilt, and daring with despair, the midnight murderer bursts the faithless bar; invades the sacred hour of silent rest and leaves, unseen, a dagger in your breast.
--Samuel Johnson
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Meaning of Aasmaan se giraa khajoor pe atka is that when we fall from a height where there's no scope of revival. The Lord makes us hold the dates tree, which is full of fruits n thorny leaves....we survive, we learn........ Yet we have to fall down but now we become changed beings, when we unclutch the tree, we see that we can now revive, we see that we can now fly.
The calmness, the gratitude, the learning...... Every things helps us in levitating instead of falling down.
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"Flowers become leaves. They call it Autumn."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Blake Sherriff
"The melody of the wind through trees is nature's symphony, a timeless composition of rustling leaves and whispering breezes."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Blake Sherriff
"The melody of the wind through trees is nature's symphony, a timeless composition of rustling leaves and whispering breezes."
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"Colorful leaves coming down, wave goodbye as winter arrives."
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Love never leaves you the way it met you... Is either it build you or it breaks you, it depends on your reaction afterwards.
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Humility, leaves its lesson of labor that we can strive and be better than before... whereas arrogance, enjoys and displays a belief that we're already better, than those now chosen to ignore.
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'True peace must be felt within; any peace externally imposed that leaves turmoil within is not peace at all.' - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Some times hold thyself to see how simple this life is!
Some times give your touch to the leaves n petals around!
Some times breathe in the fog and levitate!
Some times admire simple things in people around!
Some times give accountability to your own self n get thru with complete responsibility!
Some times be the courage to support others!
Some times....... Just be what the Lord wants you to be!
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Remorse is a heavy rain that falls too late, yet leaves behind marks and lessons in its wake.
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“Betrayal leaves a stain, a shadow on the heart.” from the poem “Betrayal” by Max Burchett
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I recall as a youngster, playing in a pile of raked leaves, tossing them up in the air, covering myself with their together warmth. Some see the bottle half full...some see it half empty. Children see and live the enrapture of the moment.
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Poetry is the language of the soul, a canvas where emotions paint their most vibrant hues. Each verse, a brushstroke, weaves a tapestry of feelings, thoughts, and dreams.
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What I love most about autumn is the golden-crimson leaves blanketing the ground signaling rebirth to come, death in all its promising grandeur —I Am Anaya
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It isn't being different that causes the great divide, it's being the same for sameness leaves no compromise.
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"Fresh rain a gift it leaves, a blending of primary colors on a canvas of blue background. God's blessing."
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"The poet's pen weaves magic through ink and paper, illuminating the ordinary with extraordinary hues. With each stroke, worlds unfurl and emotions ignite, inviting hearts to dance in the realm of verse."
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Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them here and there: even the last flower is withered: yet, yet there is a beauty in decay.
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May the residue of my living be
as fallen leaves from a tree,
rich compost. Reason A. Poteet
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When someone takes a moment to extend an act of kindness to you, it leaves a smile on your face, when someone extends an act of love, it leaves a smile in your heart.
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Their leaves lay dead and the wind scatters each here and there. Now, the trees are silent bones. Yet, there is a beauty in their stillness.
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The leaves lay dead and still and the wind takes them here and there,
even, the last flower has withered. Yet, there is a beauty in decay.
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