The spiders are my friends now. I couldn’t imagine killing them at this point. Only peace and love to those spiders. In fact, I’ve spent so many days being vegetarian that I might as well just keep doing it. And the full immersion into yoga and meditation makes me feel like this would be a …
Continue reading Instance – Ashram – Emotions are not the Enemy – Day 3
I stand corrected. The big spider that was in the corner of my room is actually two medium-sized spiders entangled together. On the first day, I was too afraid to get close enough to even look at them. That’s the funny thing about fear. It keeps you at such a distance that you’re not able …
8/27/2026 The most intriguing part by far for me was the chanting today. Saying, or I should say singing, in a foreign language with all these people I don’t know, but who are here for similar reasons, is a little eerie. There’s a spider in the corner of my room. It’s a pretty big one, …
I do live with your highness, your royal, the great, but I do have thoughts of my own. I’m quite tired of itching when things go poorly, but at times, I am calm at home. I don’t read books, I only watch movies, but that’s because I like to be alone. If I gave it …
Thank you for giving methe strength to hold myself togetherwith passion and grace-taking risks,pushing myself to be the best I can be,in accepting the things I cannot changewhile taking ownershipof the things that are within my control.Thank you for giving methe will to be authentically myself,to pursue the things that bring me joywhile potentially improving …
I feel there’s too much in my life that I’m ashamed about.Looking back is painful.So there I go and channel all the anger into thinking about the future -Analyze and strategizing —Well, that holds back my presenceBecause then I’m not in the present.Analyzing my every move,Thinking so much about everything and everybody elseBut my own …
Of all the men in this world, With whom I harbor my disdain, For their violence and hate, Half the population, Just a bit more tender than they. Injustice trails them, With the strength of a man, Cowering in the name of mental health, Or not cower at the least,And impose power over the other.But …
Grieving my mindSeeing the lines,Created, by design, I read in between them,Nowhere elseI can take it - Connections, in time. Every strand, accounted for.Every breath, Counting down the rest, Life is a sentence, But here I go, Singing it - It makes it easier To digest, My colon can't take stress, The kitchen's too hot, …
'Instance! It's been a while!' Instance was my dear old friend, I used to write them, day and day again, But I've been working tirelessly, On and on, I try, It's me. Once, I wrote that I felt as though the dark of night lay cast its shadow over me. I know now, somehow, someway, …
In every interaction Is a kernel of your truth To converse is to find each one Until you know you
I see the space behind the lines.Does it fill the page or do these words fill it?One does not look at the space that is behind lines.Nevertheless, I write because I have something to say --Today, I felt something very strong, like:Kites, swimming through the sky on a windy day.Neighbors, walking by and smiling our …
I have just as much of a right To walk the streets at night And not fear the potential of death, Or random acts of violence Which come with being alive. And I have just as much of a rightTo speak up for my rights Fear not the risk of retaliation Nor the salvation Which …
The starting point - a perfect reflection To be:- borne of but simple drops, only to be shaped by the artist’s direction of choosing.- burdened by the knowing that our mirror image holds depths of wisdom we seem to be losing.- resting our fate in the hands of a rogue artist carrying the instruments of …
Water and the air in our skies keeps us alive enough to feel the sadness of their color blue. Acrylic on Canvas, Tape
Should there be a flood, What you shall do is turn it to steam. Then, you must harvest it, rid it of its poisons, and drink it well going forward.
Within my bare limitations, I rest weak, alone, and helpless. At the genesis of my objectives lies a motive for global consensus. For, I hold no substantial power but that of the hands I was granted, by which I stroke this paint on paper to color words of my intentions. And yet - In these …
They tell me that: I have no curves, and my breasts are too flat. My belly’s too full, and my arms are too fat. That I am not thin, yet my body lacks substance. I don’t fit into the style they’re accustomed. Watercolor Marker This poem is meant to empower women and convey that beauty …
Is it a result of my own actions, the consequences of which remain unbeknownst to me that I live in this quintessentiality? My luck, not to be reckoned with - For it continues to beckon my patience - Its tolerance degenerating, and my threshold for it is shaken, as I persist through this reality. In …
This morning, I awoke from a light slumber, having had a dream that felt as real as you and I; more significant than anything one could learn at school or hear at church - more consequential than any spoken or unspoken laws in the book.I tell this story through the voice and eyes of the …
Sad, little red stain So isolated it remains. What a pity, The hole it dug itself. The irony that the power they wish to consume, would be what leads To Russia’s lonely doom.
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