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“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.”

“An eye-opening experience can come in many ways. Sometimes, it comes as dawn pushing through the night to reveal the light. At other times, on the edge of loss, we realize what we need to, or when summer sadly ends and we smell autumn in the breeze, and the quiet goodbye. Sometimes, we can come by an ocean and carry its soul into ours. Expansion occurs in the sacred space. Transformation happens in so many subtle ways. Not every mentoring occurs in a classroom confined by four walls. Some go beyond them and unfold in unconfined spaces. That's when the seed of transformation explodes, and we begin growing.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Waves may crash on the solitary shores, yet those feelings remain unmoved. The scent of rain fills the air, and though memories tear the heart in two, my eyes hold the light of what once was. Many moons ago, we met, but something remains, untouched by time. Written in the sands is our story, unerased. Burning in the deep is the lamp of memories. Here I am, longing to find those days again, unbent by the sadness of centuries. Time did not leave it shaken, for this is love, the light of eternity.”