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“To seek selfhood can be a poignant yet powerful journey for it needs you to delve into your self...The journey can tear you apart yet enrich you at the same time..But there you are, pushed by a longing for love and fulfillment... How can you even deny your primal desire?... Tormented yet pulled by the search, you come to understand who you are and what you need unquestionably....for the journey makes you embrace your multilayered self...Through it comes your self-reflection, the beautiful love affair with your tender self...The journey becomes your way to enrichment and through it evolves your own understanding of God....Someday, you learn how to overcome betrayal and loss..Through it all, you come to claim your own place in this complex world....”

“Make peace with all the times you once traveled...Make peace with all the moments you have been through...Lay flowers at their memories...for they offer you the incense and honey of a soul so filled...Let them be..the singers of an old song....for they build the bones of the temple of your body...and in your soul..they bring the rivers of wisdom taking you toward the sea....”

“From the reed flute streams a melody.... cut from the agony of deeps.... for carved are the holes... and thus emerges the flute from a reed........ as the ache that enters your deeps... turns your heart to the sweetest flute... and you become a vessel for a music that fills this earth... every longing is played by the reed flute into the breeze.... as agony cut you in pieces.. .there flew your achiest of aches.... but now the reed flute has you smiling playing the sweetest melody on your lips.... for they come not through the flute... but from your soul. of the deeps... as in agony you turn to the note of ecstasy .... for though your heart is torn asunder... yet altered are they in the reed notes.... as the flute lets the notes play with the winds....”

“Filled with Autumn The earth, drowned in colors, I am the river-born soul of rippling water, when the sky breaks down in torrents, I am the color-bathed soul of feasty meadows. With baskets of gold in autumn fields. The spark, the fire, the seed of life, Let the earthly desires burn and burn. The sun rises, and the sky is painted with gold. The sun drowns, and the forest wears a face of red and russet The drowning sun brings dusky dreams. On the fields, I walk to capture autumn's fragrance. October has brought colorful dreams. The fall footsteps have enlivened the earth, The blank pages of my book fill up with poems of light, For colors break through the cloudy skies. Summer left, and I drowned in silence at its hushed goodbye. But in the forest, I heard the footsteps of autumn, Suddenly, verses float, for the quiet evenings now feast in colors, The cinnamon smell fills the home, and the scent of nutmeg wafts in the air.”