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“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.”

“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.”

“We cannot separate the fragrance from the flower. Neither can we separate a river from the rain that trickles and flows downhill, ultimately gathering into a river. Similarly, we can never separate the creation from the creator. Gazing deeply at every facet of creation, be it a mountain, an ocean, a flower, or a meadow, in every single face, it is the light of God that shines through. In every face of this universe, it is his face that emerges. This is when our realization blossoms. But when do we realize this? That the rain becomes a river, the wave becomes an ocean, the fragrance becomes a flower. When we are mindful, we sense the peak every moment. It's then that we blossom.”

“Grief comes in tides, dark shadows in deep, A sudden, silent gulf where timeless treasures sleep, A hole, it tears, a hole that will never fill, And begs us to keep living, when joy has come to an end. The dark, dark path, deep in the woods, With heavy hearts, we walk, burnt in grief. In the achiest of ache, the quiet, pushing pain, for memories rise, like sunlight after rain. The times we once shared, a thread of radiant gold, Stretched, not torn, a story yet to be told, The grief-wet eyes, in the dark, dark days, Now they see the dawn-filled sky, for deep in the soul, a flower has opened, in the stream of tears, watering the soil. For those truly loved, no death can touch, those once held, no death can steal, They live in the deep, in the flowering of memories.”

“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.”

“Those we lose are never forgotten.. The ache remains, and no time can wipe the ache. When memories rush, they will cut you inside, and the river will freeze, but while breaking inside, you learn to live again, taking love and loss together, in your depths. Tides of time will come and leave, the quiet ache will soften, but footprints will remain of those who once lived. But the truth is, while grieving, you break and make at the same time. Grief breaks bit by bit, and the river flows, transforming you along the way. Where love once was, there, memories rush, and you make music out of them, holding them in your song. Grief, as it breaks, makes you flow with it, and so you build, making something beautiful with the memories, while flowing in the river of grief. This breaking and making becomes a journey of remembrance and honoring those who once came into our lives. Along the way, you learn how to carry the loss, yet live a life beyond the loss into the light.”