Solar Flares

You are not responsible for everything around you. All the responsibility you feel is a mere illusion of love. Love is letting others grow, just as nature does. Love is giving others light, just as suns do. Bright, from afar, detached because attachment is fear. The stars are guiding your voice. You just need to listen deep; make silence yours. Silence is like love if you...
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Soaring Within

Floating beautifully I am. Expanding the soul as if within were a thousand miles of deserted reddish ochre. The universe within explodes while my arteries are filled with flowers of bliss. There is no space, but within that has splendor in its reach. Float away! Reach the silent, cast a spell, and find the well of immaculate freedom and...
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Sun of Infinite Circularity

Sun of infinite circularity becomes briefly a forgotten star by falling into the horizon of trembling hands. Don’t fear in those moments of eventual darkness. A shadowy world is brightened by simple moments of truth, a realization that everything has its inner meaning, a wholeness ingrained into every single beach of endless crystal waves. Beyond the horizon lies the sun of imaginary...
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Break Chains

Some remain lost in the middle of pain and pleasure. It is in this palace of misplacement where fearful interpretations compose cacophonic rhapsodies of reality. They are so lost that they tell others what to do and how to believe in order to feel safe. No one is safe. What is the “mind”? What are mental chains? What are small changes? What is love? Is love unified with freedom? What is...
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Ocean of Potentiality

I became an untold memory that portrays a gracious mystery of love; one that patiently waits for its spirit to be freed from its petty desires just as the mirror of time does when being in front of its bubbling soul admiring the possibility of being eternal. Once, in a hurricane of despair, I realized I had to unleash the force hidden beneath my skin by plunging into the eyes of those who...
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River of Purity

My sorrow is a reflection of my fear, a sensation of frustration touching our bare skin. Its sensibility is like a river whose clarity must prevail in order to exist because if not, just like the river I will slowly die until the only thing left is the foul odor of rage in the once clear water. Yet, if I feel that I am already in the process of decomposing… Don’t panic, don’t...
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