Thank you for being you, for making me see right and wrong.
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Some skin deep beauty, goes clear down to the soul. But man does not have the patience to travel that far, seldom committed after the top layer.
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You don't reach big cities by taking small paths.
If you want to reach a big city, choose big roads.
– Mohit Rahinj
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You don't reach big cities by taking small paths.
If you want to reach a big city, choose big roads.
– Mohit Rahinj
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"The future imposes itself. Don't lie to yourself by saying you're preparing for it, because in thinking so you might actually be destroying your future beyond repair"
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Do not wait for the door to open; the impossible is best accessed by walking through the wall of your own hesitation.
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A lighthouse stands with amazing grace, looking out for the traumas sailors may face.
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When you meet an Ogre Gruff, they may live a life that’s tough. Give then benefit of the doubt, that’s what kindness is all about.
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Love is akin to the sea, ebbing and flowing constantly.
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We should be talking to people about God-evangelism, and talking to God about people-prayer. J.I. Packer
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The waves of life flow back and fro, looking for the place to go.
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when you stop, working you die, OR start to die.
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Love is like the sky; blue and calm, making us feel soft and singingly all day long.
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Poetry is similar to painting: learning when to put down a brush is just as important as the reason for picking one up.
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Two broken pieces
healing each other
and becoming one whole
not an ordinary kind
but a masterpiece.
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Health is wealth; making us feel happy and smiley.
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I have been producing, pouring into you, love and affection; making our moments reach perfection.
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My love, my king, now you can sing; making me feel excited to hear you in my dreams.
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You are grace and mystery uncaptured, breathtaking dancer on the stars, bringing another brilliance
to the startled moon.
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“Peace was once as ubiquitous as breath upon the earth—until mankind, seduced by its own inquietude, began to suspect that existence itself was insufficient.”
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"We are all stars, burning bright, but often hiding behind the clouds of our own making." ~Bella Joy
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Walking through fire reveals the sky.
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“In the annulled hush where being sheds its skin,
And place and hour fall mute before the mind,
Primeval meanings—chaste of taint or sin—
Alight, immaculate, from thought unlined.”
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We should not consider poetry as an alternative to thinking, we should consider poetry as a way of thinking.
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No good looking for God in churches, temples or mosques. For God is the love within your heart.
Rumi.
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Judging by the way I react to toast poping up in the morning,
I know I'll never look cool walking away from an explosion.
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A confessional poem will never be a successful one because it ignores Emily Dickinson’s directive: “Tell all the truth but tell it slant.”
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I am very poor at small talk. Language, people interaction needs gusto, deep commitment or it is a waste of precious time. Life has so much more to offer. Why there is true poetry. Not talking cute rhymes and mere flashy alliteration.
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Shivers through your body in the strangest places. Mystic creatures with skin torn faces. Bleeding hands bones show through bright red rivers and a misty dew.
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Still, I remain. because love in its rawest form, is not gentle. It is a tether that bruises the skin, a chain dressed as devotion, a prayer whispered into nothing with the desperate hope that nothing will answer.
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