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“Have you ever lost yourself in the sunset that washes the sky Of the day’s garish glory And paints crimson In the hour of blush? Have you ever sensed a poise in the busy life, where power and wealth lose their pride, for a human is called by the rosy mystery! Have you ever seen how the heart floats in the sky, Gently, gently over the clouds of worry, Into the westerly where colors splash, Where poems just begin, Where lovers get lost in the gaze. Have you ever seen how sunset Takes us to the other side of life, Where despairs die, and dreams are born, For therein lies a lover’s glance, In the sweetness and hunger To taste a cup of crimson.”

“Before your voice drowns, And your eyes lose the light, Before your soul loses the song, Write! Before the flower fields, lose the scent, before the light of sky is covered by clouds, before the birdsongs dim in the sky, Write! Before you lose your ecstasy, hurled into a sea of loneliness, Before fate comes to take you away from the voice of your soul, Before you lose faith in beauty and eternity, Write! Before you drown in a sea of sadness, Before clouds gather and bring the rain, Before melancholy grips you tight, And you cannot recognize yourself, Before delights turn into thorns, And flowers lose their scent, Write!”

“I am homesick for sunsets that splash the dusk on my soul. I am homesick for the sky that carries the birdsongs. I am homesick for the trees that call the nightingales and their sweet melodies. I am homesick for the fruitful lands, where the streams flow, carrying the song of the earth. I am homesick for the stars that haunt at night, and turn every sigh into a song. I am homesick for the nocturnal charm when the night falls, with its veil of darkness. I am homesick for the choir of heaven that comes with dawn.”

“Every soul is madly moved by the swell of seas....the endlessness of sandy stretches....the limitless freedom of heaven....for in the immensity of grandeur, you pause in awe and there you realize your insignificance. Your eyes though catch the range of mountains and the forests so thick, and the stars strewn in a night sky....though you feel the frozen expanse and dismal heath...the wild peonies laughing on the meadows...still, there is a maze, so powerful it seems....for boundless, countless, unending it is. That which you feel within is powerful and the more you slip into your feelings...the more it has its hold over you. The layer of emotions you have in multitudes might seem in conflict at times...but remain in awe by what is yet to be seen...for what is unseen is even more powerful than what is already seen. This is called madness....an inviting, enticing, overpowering madness to which you need to surrender...for this is the pathway to freedom it seems....”

“Let go of doing, but embrace the being. Simply sit in the meadow and clasp the light. Let go of the toil, but let in the sunlit sky in your heart. The frantic doing has lost its hold, for a deeper tale is to be told, where hands are resting, and you, a witness to the river in flow. Though the world spins fast, in silence you drink, the fill of your soul, for in this pause, miracles bloom.”

“Looking at a flower, tracing its petals, we are rooted in the moment. As sunlight falls on the blossom, we are caught in awe and wonder. The scent breaks us free from stress and racing thoughts; its colors capture our attention. Touching the fresh petals, we feel tender inside. Inhaling the scent deeply, we are anchored in the moment, allowing the essence to ground us. While beholding its beauty, we realize its fragility too; that a time will come when the flower will wither, and the petals will fall to the ground. We stare at its momentariness, accepting the truth of impermanence.”

“Mindfulness is simply being in the moment. and witnessing the spinning of life. It is resting in the moment and noticing how the autumn leaves fall, knowing it is time to leave, and yet doing nothing. Mindfulness is witnessing how the trees stand bare in winter, and yet remaining still. It is noticing how the seasons come and go, leaving their footprints, yet remaining unperturbed inside, sensing the still deep observer.”