In the stillness after sorrow, a gentle flame of love continues to burn.
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What is trance? Is it just zombie like? Or can illness, hyper activity be a form of trance? Transfixed, habitual, immovable -- Are we not all, in a deeper sense, in varying degrees, a trance of self?
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A smile like a crow,
**Truth is a very big illness**, like the wind; in the attempt to catch it, **life will be lost**.
Whereas, **a lie is caught one day or another**.
With love to all,
Jagdish Bajantri (Mahabharamnath)
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“Some connections don’t need words — just shared stillness.”
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No youthfulness will return if the mind is old by birth.
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" Corporations have been enthroned...An era of corruption in high places will follow and the money power will endeavor to prolong its reign by working on the prejudices of the people...until wealth is aggregated in a few hands...and the republic is destroyed ".
*Written by a man 160 yrs. ago, prophetic, wouldn't you say... Abraham Lincoln
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“There’s no shame in vulnerability” - That’s what I was told when I finally cracked enough for someone to see the real me
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In the act of creation, we find ourselves In the weaving of words, we discover truth In the vulnerability of expression, we unearth beauty And in the sharing of our souls, we connect
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"Panchhi gawah hain,
Aasman mein udne se pehle,
Hazaar baar girkar sambhalna padta hai.
Har chot ek sabak hai,
Aur har udaan ek jeet."
~Shruti
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"In stillness you are wise."
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I used my mental illness as a springboard to the rest of my life.
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God always send a redeemer. Not the one we pray or wish for, but according to the season and a reason. To liberate and elevate all not group or certain people; according to our awareness not by our fearfulness.
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Mental illness is a hell without an exit. A dank funnel without light. Yet God sees and hears our cries~ can love us back.
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The greatest of all evil is wishing or doing to others what would leave you vulnerable, damaged and unpleasant.
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Let them despise you for the truth and for choosing love and integrity. Stay away from you just like an outcast for the truth and love sake. It's better to be in your own cycle striving, being original. Than fitting into the circle of bountifulness, but of hate betrayal and deceit.
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"The strength of love lies in its vulnerability." - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Tender Poetry needs love. Even painful poetry -- we could not be hurt were not for Love's inherent vulnerability.
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When we stumble ... we may briefly be
humbled, only to be vulnerable to a rising
dignity to affirm.
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'The mind is a silent force shaping worlds within and without; cultivate mindfulness, intentionality, and positivity in your thoughts.' - Aloo Denish Obiero
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'Rigidity can lead to vulnerability, flexibility allows for adaption to life changing circumstances.' - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Love is a paradox, finding strength in its vulnerability and resilience in its fragility. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Rigidity invites vulnerability; flexibility breeds adaptability. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Justice prevails when all the highlighters highlights the mistakes and forgetfulness of her and all erasers are used up to erase the mistakes of him. the world accepts that form of justice and rejects all other forms which highlights the mistake of a him in a household.
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The strength/power of love lies in its vulnerability. - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Vulnerability is the heartbeat of genuine love. - Aloo Denish Obiero
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The ticking clock of the New Year is a call to embrace mindfulness, to reassess priorities, and to steer our course towards goals that add depth, fulfillment, and purpose to our existence. ~ Aloo Denish Obiero
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Discipline comes with reward, but only when paired with mindfulness and self awareness. Don't chastise yourself for being less, because it was beneficial for someone else.
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Mindfulness can be practiced in many ways, but it all starts with knowing what you're doing.
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In the stillness of their night stroll, he found peace within the embrace of her, nature and the universe, yet a shiver ran through him as he realised the world outside, full of stars, also held those who sought to confine her light.
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The poet, the writer ... is sharing their thoughts and feelings with the universe on another level. Revealing their greatest vulnerabilities as some sort of cathartic alm towards understanding and empathy, or there for the grace of God go I. Perhaps a confessional place where they commune with themselves and readers will acknowledge that similar darkness and light within themselves and not feel so different, or alone. This is the way of all writing, whether it is about joy, or despair.
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