“Every drop of water, every breath of air, every blade of grass whispers the same truth: we are but custodians of this planet, entrusted with its care for generations yet to come.” - Aloo Denish Obiero
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The scaly skin is often moulted by the snakes permitting replacement of old worn out skin, disposal of parasites and is thought to allow the snake to grow....so is when people abandon us....
The fierce fire is the cause of propulsion....so is needed for the rise of phoenix...
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Poetry and Prose
— a contrast in similarity
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These society nature and human beings put any name that I am mad arrogant we will humulate harassment disturb by leaving any option now I am on my one legs since from the birth I believe on her patal Devi durga kalki wait and thanks that it's a mirtu loka after My death drink the blood Om namah shivaya
Sorry Jagdish bajantri Aghori mhabharamnad
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Don’t trash the bush, just do it. Theories are good, but actions are better.
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What is trash for you, it is luxury for another individual.
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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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Ravan ka jalad bram rashka yougi aramb niti purvak mata mantra tantra
Aghori mhabharamnad
18th Jan 2024 marriage day oka
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Punji dhan rashi makara rashi key liye keytu ganpati ji key shaath hai our kunji ki kacvi keytu mharaj hai.
Pichle baar lasun kha kar jivan jitey thai but abb ek hi moksha ashk Namak ka Modak hai.
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Rugrash rakshak Sani bas ek
Agori mhabharamnad
Tum mere putra ho bhakth parlhad
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"The soft green grass and a cool breeze is a perfect nap place on a summer's day."
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Love is like the green, green grass of home, in heart and mind where’er one may roam.
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Zafar tun Kaisa Admi hai tun chutiya awam Kay zariye mujhay chutiya bana raha tha. Abhay yaar ye to grass eater hain tujhay gadhon ghoron me farq maloom NAHI?
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I have learned more from Silence than anything I have ever read nor heard preached. Quieting myself from the chatter of the world, from egoistic, pompous platforms, the many scientific podiums raucously orating -- God is always speaking to us positively within the Silence, while the Devil, a voluminous orchestra of brassy-pride, doubts and fears rattling our physical senses, negatively affecting our thought processing. Silence is our larger ear, wax free:)
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Much of the bible is poetry...a reason why God chose such medium for His Truth expressed.... I write flash...a lot of ego...but I try not to entirely trash this precious, divine gift~Poetry!! Once in awhile writing something I am not totally ashamed of....
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The phrase "Long time no see" is preferable to "Oh, it's you again."
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We adopt a lifestyle and keep at it hoping that an hour of gym time will erase and vanquish our indiscipline, to change our weight, we must be intentional with food
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Why your ryders are harassing me?
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Words. How to avoid a cliche’ phrase?
Go for a walk.
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Grief and heartache are like ocean waves, at times calm, and at times the waves are crashing and roaring.
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You cannot erase the past, But you can draw a better future. No one knows what holds the future, only Jesus does.
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"Don't loose There is always a light after every dark... Failure will not engulf u as a shark... Be spunky, get up & step forward... One day u win, will erase Your all previous mark... Believe me...I m not doing lark..."
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Doing the good deeds is like the grass in the garden. You don't see its growth. But, it does by days. Doing the wicked deeds is like the hone. You don't see its damage. But, it does by days. - Buddhism quotes
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Our reality paints many colors; some which offer tone, others which may contrast.
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I don't mow my lawn
It's understandable
I cut my grass one blade
At a time.
It's more precise.
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What fuels agony the most?
An anamnesis of destruction of love or a dithering desire to cross paths with you once again?
And, what saddens heart the most?
Is it the search for peace that was in fact a mirage or a rasping collision with the truth?
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Let rungs of light together we weave till again we grasp the hand of God's sleeve.
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I have no respect for Shaquille o Neal, or any other basketball player that is a bully or trash talker because through their hype and fame, their nothing but the average, grown up highschool bully.
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Mother: the tenderest word on the world's lips. —Khalil Gibran, loose translation/interpretation/paraphrase by Michael R. Burch for Mother's Day 2022
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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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