Sometimes we don’t have an idea…
and yet somehow we stand
as if the earth itself
whispers, “Hold on.”
The edge trembles,
the ground uncertain,
but still it rests,
silent strength in motion.
When the weight feels heavier than you,
when the next step is hidden,
trust the unseen hands
that keep you steady.
Balance is not perfection,
it’s the quiet courage
to stand, to wait,
and to move forward anyway.
Simi
Through Sujay’s lens
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
A smile that hides a secret ache,
A kindness worn for self’s own sake.
When truth is veiled in soft disguise,
The heart senses where danger lies.
Are you holding a grudge? About?
No grudge to drag, no weight to hide,
life skips along like a carefree tide.
Each moment’s a treasure, too bright to bring down,
in heartfelt gratitude, joy wears the crown.
Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.
“My dear,” my mother said, “life is not a race.
Walk it with grace, don’t rush the pace.
The world may be noisy, but peace you’ll always find,
It rests in your heart, not somewhere outside.”
What daily habit do you do that improves your quality of life?
Yoga is no habit, it’s a breath made whole,
A quiet returning, a tuning of soul.
Not practice alone, but a way to just be,
A bridge from the self to infinity.
Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.
From butterflies kissing flowers at dawn,
to trees that sway as the rains fall on;
a child’s sweet smile, an elder’s prayer,
the moon and a cookie, life’s joy everywhere.
What positive emotion do you feel most often?
Gratitude dances, gentle and free,
a golden thread through all I see.
It sings in silence, bright and clear,
a timeless hymn I hold so near.
How do you plan your goals?
I plant my aims like seeds in spring,
Give them the sun that small hopes bring.
Step by step, I let them grow,
Patience the path, and time the flow.
What brings you peace?
Peace is the essence, not crafted by hand,
It dwells in the silence we let simply stand.
When we cease to compel the rivers to sway,
The stillness inside finds its own way.
Life moves forward, yet circles around,
In streets where history still makes a sound.
Each turn, each climb, a quiet decree
The journey itself is the place to be.
Simi
From Arca’s lens
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