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Understanding is freedom

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Rumi

Faceless Mystics 

They are vast fields, wild flowers and sunbeams in every sip on cup of gratitude. Mystics walk out of ordinary roads, on their tracks, lavenders grow and fountains appear. Their cups of gratitude is full of sacred moments between intention... Continue Reading →

Burning Love

This path is too long I can't remember where my roots are buried where seeds of my joy will be planted. Today, I am here with no cloth or name,... I am here with no past or future love won... Continue Reading →

Moments of aloneness

We only can be happy if we are authentic and truthful to who we are. Over the last 5- 6 years since I am writing in this blog, I shared many pages of my life through words, sometimes in poetry,... Continue Reading →

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