No one can hurt me.
I am a feather,
I am water,
Either.
No one will hurt me.
I am a feather,
I am water,
Either.
We are feather on water.
No one can hurt them,
No one will,
Either.
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no one can, no one will — if one does, one does to one’s self
graphs of my Universe
No one can hurt me.
I am a feather,
I am water,
Either.
No one will hurt me.
I am a feather,
I am water,
Either.
We are feather on water.
No one can hurt them,
No one will,
Either.
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no one can, no one will — if one does, one does to one’s self
The ripples on this heart
After a touch from a falling feather
Wrapped in a trivial memory
Of a name
Loaded with wisdom
Whispered silently
Forever.
Is this your name, Beloved?
Or mine?
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This heart is a pot
With seed buried in its dark,
Growing to the light.
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Always believe in the beauty of human’s heart. The darkest of it there is still a dot of light that will brighten one’s life! There must be at least one tiny dot of light.
Believe it. Run free like Bambi playing in peaceful woods.
Enjoy this blessed weekend! Take all light, as light as feather
🐣
Salaam….
Swaying gently down,
Feather falls off from the wings
Flapping. Angel smiles.
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I used to pick up feathers met on the way to school, office, home, everywhere. Feathers have been good signs to me for years. There has been a feeling of being protected.
Superstition? I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not.
Now? Still believing that feather present is the presence of protection, but I stopped hoarding. Just look at the feathers, pray for protection and greet the guardian angels, and walk on with a bunch of blessings.
May all beings be happy.
🪶
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