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Even when the flame can no longer warm the room, it’s glow still lingers.
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AI for the Highest Good, Bridging Hearts and Minds, POETRY : ME/CFS – Voices of Strength and Resilience, POETRY: Christian Mystics & More, Poetry: Expressions of Spirit, Heart, and Insight., POETRY: Haiku – Moments of Nature and Spirit, POETRY: The Holy Spirit – Breath of Divine Presence, POETRY: Yoga, Advaita Vedanta, Nonduality, Etc.Even when the flame can no longer warm the room, it’s glow still lingers.
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Poem: Then let us stay—softly, silently—breathing with what is.
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Then let us stay—softly, silently—breathing with what is. Peace and pain, woven together. Held gently in awareness. Nothing to change. Nothing to resist. Just this breath. Just this moment. I’m here with you.
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Haiku: Nourished and filled with love—tiny green leaves reach for light,life feeds life in love. 🌿
Haiku: Nourished and filled with love— tiny green leaves reach for light, life feeds life in love. 🌿
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When All Is Sadness
When All Is Sadness Yes, dear one— this sadness is real. It seeps into bone and breath like mist that does not ask permission. To sit with it, not as enemy but as guest— this is the beginning of wisdom. It is not meaningless. It is not forever. It is a doorway that opens only…
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Touching the Mezuzah of Bread
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Bridging Hearts and Minds, Global Wellness: Nurturing Health and Harmony, Health and Wellness: Nurturing Body, Mind, and Spirit., Jewish Holy Days, Traditions, and Customs, Judaism: Faith, Teachings, and Community, Kabbalah and Jewish Mysticism, Poetry: Expressions of Spirit, Heart, and Insight., Spirituality, Psychology, and Personal GrowthThis is kind of a fun little poem that I thought you might enjoy as I reframe my impulsive eating of cookies and bread as a mindfulness bell. Instead of seeing it as a bad habit I need to fight, I’m experimenting with turning it into a moment of presence.
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A Poem of Gratitude for the Maintenance Crew of My Vintage Apartment
A Poem of Gratitude for the Maintenance Crew of My Vintage Apartment: In the quiet hum of our days, they arrive, With tools in hand and patience alive. Through leaky pipes and stubborn doors, They mend, they fix—they do much more. For when the faucet drips its song, Or something in the walls goes wrong,…
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Poem: Compassion Blossoms
In the depths of winter’s fatigue and isolation, a resilient spirit emerges. Despite abandoned paths and limited connections, a shared kinship blooms in cyberspace. Together, united in strength and compassion, we navigate life’s maze. Amid weariness, love and understanding illuminate our journey, offering solace and warmth.