Get ready—see the sky turn gold, where hidden paths and tales unfold. Feet rooted firm, yet eyes that roam, dreams breathe fire, they’re far from gone. The wind may roar, the waves may rise, yet steady hearts will earn their skies. Each heartbeat sparks a silent test, asking the soul to rise its best. Hold fast your courage, temper your mind, rare kinds of wonder wait to be mined. The hour is now—no step delayed, the world leans close, eager to be played

Sometimes I do random acts of kindness. Like keeping my mouth shut 🤣

each flower wakes in borrowed dawn, dressed in a truth no hand has drawn some whisper pale as morning air, some burn like suns that dare to stare. no mirrored form, no borrowed light, each claims its name in color’s right beneath one sky, one warming grace, they turn their faces, take their place. the wind may test, the rain may plead, still every stem remembers need; though scents may clash and colors vie, a woven peace goes drifting by. we too can grow in different ways shine in our own untamed displays each soul a petal, bold or meek all worthy, strong, and beautifully unique.

Don't let anyone pull you into their storm. Stay in control of how you respond to situations that are set to disturb your peace. Recognize the triggers, pause, breathe, and remember that not everything deserves your energy.

If no one clapped and no one cried, no witness stood at either side, would you still walk where truth appears, uncharted, steep, unnamed by cheers? If praise and blame both lost their voice, and silence crowned your every choice, which road would set your spirit free, which pulse would claim your destiny? Would you speak the words the brave suppress, or chase the dreams you dare not confess? When no eyes linger, judge, or bind, you’d meet the strength you keep inside. For choice is clean when stripped of flame, of borrowed pride, of borrowed shame; and hearts that listen, still and clear, chart truer paths untouched by fear.

Pleasure and pain, good and evil, life and death — they are one.

Those who wish to attain oneness must practice undiscriminating virtue. They must dissolve all ideas of duality: good and bad, beautiful and ugly, high and low. They will be obliged to abandon any mental bias born of cultural or religious belief. Indeed, they should hold their minds free of any thought which interferes with their sense of the universe as a harmonious oneness. This is the beginning of liberation.

distance is nothing when hearts stay true when effort is steady and priorities too words can travel where bodies can’t go letters and calls let devotion show it isn’t the miles that pull love apart but silence creeping into the heart time and care are the threads we weave not space that teaches us how to leave reach across oceans, scale every wall prove that your love can answer the call for those who wait, who give, who try distance is small when hearts can fly

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the past runs quietly in my head a silent program filled with dread each memory loops, a subtle sting a shadowed code on fragile string the things i wish i could erase still trace the lines upon my face yet even shame cannot control the steady rhythm of my soul i learn to pause, to breathe, to see that error is not all of me the files may hum, the echoes call but i remain, i do not fall i close the windows, leave the screen i hold the truth of what has been and find a way to stand and win.