“The creative process is more often than not euphoric. When euphoria becomes overwhelming resistance kicks in bringing doubt and self-doubt. To end the cycle of euphoria and doubts which hinder the creative process, we need to develop equanimity towards both, making creative processes unending, instead of a stop-start process.”
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“ Our neurological networks become patterned and magnetised by thoughts. These magnets, as energy patterns, attract to us circumstances & people who harmonise with our thoughts. This means like will always attract like. It is simple, once we stand firm in our decision to authenticate. The standing firm is the challenging part.”
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The somber sun sets to rise again with
the grandeur of sanguinity
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children grow to teenagers and forget innocence, teenagers grow to adults and forget freedom- once you experience freedom, no drug will ever give you the same euphoria.
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"Find the 'Other I' within - that's God/Allah/the Nameless."
"Humanity is the only true faith - all scriptures whisper this."
"Skin-deep equality fools. Soul-deep equality liberates."
"Stop wandering aimlessly - go to the connoisseur. Then you'll know if you're glass or diamond."
"Protest selflessly. Self-interested rebels become tomorrow's tyrants."
"God dwells not in hollow religiosity but in our conscience - His true throne."
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The greatest entrepreneurs are not those who take the easiest route, but those who create their own path, even when the way is unclear
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I believe that the act of sitting down and truly expressing your emotions is far more therapeutic than wasting time on things that will only lead to regret. Pursue what you love, no matter the challenges—it’s the only path to genuine fulfillment.
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The Eureka moment dims as the complexity of paradox gradually seeps in.
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https://youtu.be/7b4a_8n-j0g?si=VfEUGQFeChg6qkXO
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Nothing in nature in Euclidean
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Laughter knocks on the doors of tragedy selling snake oil. Its remedy has no cure,
but the symptoms from consuming its liqueur are delightful.
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LaVieEnRose, Et Bleue Sarselle, Life In Pink and Teal, Wear The Ribbon Of Your Fight, For The Fight of Faith In God Is Real
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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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Poetry is the colosseum I have yet had an audience to. I desire the battle, but have not been confirmed a warrior yet by any means
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Writing became therapeutic for me and it looks like its bocoming therapeutic for others.
If i can change someone’s life by sharing my story through poet then i believe we can all make a difference.”
BIBLE VERSE: “ TRUST IN THE LORD WITH ALL YOUR HEART AND LEAN NOT UNTO YOUR OWN UNDERSTANDING. IN ALL YOUR WAYS ACKNOWLEDGE HIM AND HE SHALL DIRECT YOUR PATH”. PROVERBS 3:5-6
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True happiness is brimming with tears.
Le vrai bonheur est débordant de larmes.
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Visha Poison acts as an antagonist at glycine receptors and paralyzes inhibitory neurons.
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Neuromuscular agent paralyzes body’s voluntary muscles and lungs and blocks movement and speech Summun Bukmun Umyun Zafar Supari Pagal Nashai Wehmi Nafsiati game over...
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If I could play the violin
I'd write a melody /
euphonious to draw you in
and play my rhapsody (from the poem "If I Could Play the Violin")
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God's ultimate masterpiece is a mother's heart. —St. Therese of Lisieux, loose translation/interpretation/paraphrase by Michael R. Burch
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- Indian currencies have Gandhi. U.S Dollars have many leaders in their currencies. Euros have flags. I do not know which is better. We spend them all -
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Poems are gods. Write and become Zeus
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L'UN DES PLUS GRANDS DEFIS DE L'HOMME, C'EST D'ETRE EN HARMONIE AVEC SOI-MEME ET D'ECOUTER SA VOIX INTERIEURE. CELA DEMANDE DE LA CONCENTRATION ET LA DETERMINATION, SURTOUT QUE NOUS SOMMES EN PERPETUELLE DISTRACTION. QUI A CETTE MAITRISE INTERIEURE, A UNE COMPREHENSION CLAIRE DU MONDE EXTERIEUR.
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Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead
who kept life’s compact and who thus endure
harsh sentence here—among pink-petaled beds
and manicured green lawns. The sky’s azure,
pale blue once like their eyes, will gleam blood-red
at last when sunset staggers to the door
of each white mausoleum, to inquire—
What use, O things of erstwhile loveliness?
('Completing the Pattern' by Michael R. Burch)
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Fresh tears are wasted on old griefs.—Euripides, translation by Michael R. Burch
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I would rather die standing than kneel, a slave.—Euripides, translation by Michael R. Burch
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Not to speak one’s mind is slavery.—Euripides, translation by Michael R. Burch
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One true friend is worth ten thousand kin.—Euripides, translation by Michael R. Burch
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Fools call wisdom foolishness.—Euripides, translation by Michael R. Burch
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Love distills the eyes’ desires, love bewitches the heart with its grace.—Euripides, translation by Michael R. Burch
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