What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?
A spoon of joy, not found in gold,
But grandma’s stew in winter cold.
It warmed my hands, it stilled my pace,
A recipe wrapped in love’s embrace.
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Draped in Sky
If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?
I’d wear the sky, woven soft and wide,
With wind for sleeves and cloud for pride.
No buttons, seams, nor threads that bind,
Just freedom draped in peace of mind.
Presence in Every Thought
How important is spirituality in your life?
It’s not in chants or temples grand,
But in quiet breaths and grains of sand.
A presence felt, not seen or taught,
Spirituality, in every thought.
Crafting Inner Weather
How do you practice self-care?
I craft the weather inside my mind,
Where thoughts stay clear and storms unwind.
When the inner skies are calm and bright,
Well-being blooms in quiet light.
Living, Not Losing
How do you waste the most time every day?
I try not to waste what can’t be stored,
Each second’s a gift I can’t afford.
Life is too short to let it slide,
I meet each moment, arms open wide.
Spun Joy
Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?
Cotton candy melts like giggles on air,
Takes me back to a world so rare.
Barefoot spins and laughter wide,
Childhood dancing on my tongue with pride
She Chose to Stay
Who is your favorite historical figure?
Mother Teresa walked where sorrow lay,
Holding hands most turned away.
She gave, not for praise or fame,
But to serve the soul behind each name.
Less Forever
Write about your first crush.
My first crush wore a crooked grin,
I saw enlightenment wrapped in skin.
But years have passed, and now I see,
It was less “forever” and more “puberty.”
Mapped with Wonder
What countries do you want to visit?
I yearn for shores where oceans sigh,
And valleys where the echoes lie.
Where golden dunes stretch wild and wide,
And emerald woods in silence hide.
Where mountains touch the twilight hue,
No single land, but nature true.
Equanimity
What’s your favorite thing about yourself?
In tempests loud or moments tight,
I hold my calm, not needing might.
Grace returns where anger could reign,
A quiet strength I can’t explain.
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