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“The love-filled soul makes music in the sky. In the awakened spirit is a secret fire, to rise above the ground and kiss the sky, to awake and sense a realm so high, A vastness, a mystery where God resides, where veils are torn as the soul meets the sky. A journey, where a thousand blessings fall, and keeps you awake deep inside.”

“Without the dark, we would not be light. Every agony- does it bring the letter of ecstasy? As stones are shaped by the waves, For the sea, in motion, beats the stones, turning them into pebbles of stories of hardness and softness, How the swirl of sea, dulled the hardness, And now, though stones, they are, Yet tender remains, of ancient ages. We, too, are beaten in the pit of dark, Who wept in the valley for ages and ages, But now, a sun of light, an orb of gold.”

“Ever heard the story of discovery, of dawn after night. How the waterfall sings ecstasy to a broken heart! The night woven with fears and the heart stitched with trembling, Is curious to find what tomorrow may bring. Weeping and sighing, you fall asleep, And out steps the dawn from the womb of night. There, dawn the visitor, arrives with a gift. What gift is it? O, Heart, You see, a cup of gold. The weeping being comes quietly, with wonder in the eyes. She brushed away the teardrops that fell in the night. Oh! What wealth you brought to this begging heart of mine? From the curled clouds came the laughter, ‘I am the opening dawn, I am the paradise behind the night.’ The begging heart now sheds drops of joy. ‘Oh! But I thought the sun descended into eternity!’ Dawn exclaimed. “O, Heart, the sun only sank to pull out the gold, For the world to behold!” The seed of light fell in the soil to rise as a tree and surprise the world, Sun too, came out with a land of gold, For on the other side of night, is the land of paradise. Everything that dies returns with a gift. O Heart, do not weep, for this is the life of coming and going, Yet leaving behind a scent of eternity.”

“In the quiet river bathed with sunset, memories become lanterns in the heart. Those days float as laughters of light, tender, holding cups of warmth. You may wonder, what memories are. They are the keeper of forgotten days, holding the scent of yesteryears, long gone. As sunset kisses the river, there fly the memories, the melodies, the forgotten songs. It is time to tell that beauty isn't always loud, to speak of power. Sometimes, it is tender, sometimes quiet, yet, echoes all around.”