She looked at herself in the mirror,
blew a flying kiss and smiled,
As she would at a lover’s sight.

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She looked at herself in the mirror,
blew a flying kiss and smiled,
As she would at a lover’s sight.

In the still of night, the mind began to roam
Through perilous terrains of worry and fear.
It pondered the future, weighed down by concerns
Of boredom and loneliness, seeking a way clear.
It worked tirelessly, solutions out of sight
No answers found, it grew anxious and sad
Sleep became elusive, lost in the night
Until answers arrived, a calming whisper shared:
“There is nothing in your control
Nothing you can plan or change
Live one day at a time,
Embrace this beautiful life
Flow like the wind, like the ocean,
Dance your way through strife.
Follow your heart’s desires
And know the three secrets to happiness:
One, find purpose in your days,
Two, be in a state of flow,
Three, be kind and love more.”
Life is like a moving bus:
Keep going; there will be several stops along the journey.
It’s okay to pause, take a break, reflect.
Just don’t linger too long;
Shift gears, accelerate, and keep moving
Ever forward,
Advancing and progressing!
Thoughts like a passing breeze
Those pressing needy unnecessary thoughts
They come, let them
Just don’t invite them in for a cup of tea
Let them be like a chilling breeze
Let them touch and go past
Uncomfortable only a moment
Just don’t go back remembering the chill.
Slow down to take a breath,
to observe what’s around you.
Slow down and give yourself,
A moment of stillness;
and in that moment you might find a memory,
a memory left behind,
unattended in the chaos of life.
I took a break from formalities and sat down on the floor.
To bask in the sunlight and look up at the blue skies.
I allowed a moment for myself and let out a content sigh.
You are enough,
just as you are.
More than twinkling stars,
There are twinkling airplanes
In the night sky.
What does darkness mean anymore,
When the light’s always by our bedside.
In search of darkness,
We now go deep inside our minds.
Call it a window
Call it a door
No matter what you say,
For you, it’ll always remain closed.

The night has fallen,
you are hiding behind the clouds
I await on these deserted grounds
pining for your love.
