Each new day is a fresh page in the story of my life, and I greet it with a quiet, yet determined resolve to seize the opportunities that await. To begin, I lift my spirit in prayer, sending my desires out into the universe, asking for success and fulfillment. As I move through a simple series of stretches, my body aligns with the rhythm of my breath, gradually awakening to the day’s potential. A humble cup of warm water, an understated yet crucial moment of self-care, helps me transition from the cocoon of solitude into the bustling sphere of responsibilities.
Above all, my day kicks off with a moment of quiet reflection, as I reach out to the Divine for direction and wisdom. This act of prayer takes me on a journey inward, to a place where I can tap into the profound virtues of wisdom, love, peace, and life. It’s like my soul is filling up with a superpower that fortifies me for the challenges that lie ahead. Ready, set, go! 🤸♀️🤸♀️
Psalm 63:1-8 O God, thou art My God; early will I seek thee: My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee In a dry and thirsty land, where no water is; To see thy power and thy glory, So as I have seen thee in the sanctuary.
When the Lotus Blooms
They began playing the ensembles,Mahori music in loud rambles,in front yards of shops and homes,in improvised event halls are formed of sound and rhythm, yet to begin,the circles are yet to be seen,for Romvong comes after some catalyst,where dance steps are all in the list and Saravan is a refresher vibe,from recent wedding still alive,echoes…
My pen, The Galaxies and The Narrative
I say my truths! My eyes are open,if not heard, I scribe them with my sharp pen,though it is sharp, it does not kill,it does not hurt a home, it bends but won’t break will. It does not cost someone’s bread and butter,I write to speak louder,I write with words that conceal things,yet unveil the…
Courage to Speak: The Cost of Truth-Telling
there’s nothing to forgive, I live, I liveI do not regret speaking up, I giveI wasn’t loud, I kept it low,I sneaked out the battlecry, soft but so then it cost me all the decade work,it cost me my bread and butter, my perkit cost me my narrative, rewritten to lies,truth buried deep beneath disguise…
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