love
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Voca(b)ouquet
You said you longed for flowers,So I thought I’d write you a bouquet—Each bloom composed of chosen wordsTo mirror the grace you give away. First comes the moonflower’s gleam,Its radiance soft, serene, and true—A symbol of how your light still shinesWhen the world feels cold and blue. Next, an orchid, pale and rare,With hues that…
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Rainy Heys
What happened to my sunny daze? She used to only be my bae. But now when I come home to play, All I feel is rainy heys. Though she tells me it’s okay, I’m fighting hurricanes. Even when we lay, Her sun kisses so quickly fade, But now it’s time to sleep, Yet my eyes…
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The Illusion of Self and the Ever-Presence of Love
What first drew me to Buddhism was the idea of non-self—the insight that the “self” as we know it is an illusion. At first, this concept can feel deeply counterintuitive. From the moment we’re born, we are flooded with the markers of identity: our name, our birth weight, the exact time we entered the world.…
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Kouign-Amann
Señior Bustelo, upon his final days, Thought to which Goddess would he last like to play. Without a doubt in his mind, Comes Empress Kouign-Amann, The most decadent divine of his time. Philadelphia the scene, January 2025. I stumbled upon this little dream, A shop called Machine, Operated by meticulous queens, Who knew exactly what…
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Apricottom
There she is, looking so free, Exposed to the world, tell me, Sun-kissed, velvety, May I have this dance, A moment of your fine? I want to feel you on my hands, Tell me that you’re mine. So I can take you home, Wash you from that grime. Display you on the table, Embrace you…
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Dear Mother Nature
Dear Mother Nature, Will you lend me an ear? I’m not sure about God, You’re the highest to whom I kneel. My spirit is compromised, And I have no way to heal. I shout this in front of your Image, The one that She made real, Just like the Love, the Truest I feel. Why…
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Thoughts on Death 1.28.24
Fact: You have one less day today. It is never an easy feeling to hear someone is dead. What do you mean they are gone? Then how do they live rent free in my mind still? There has to be more to the picture then alive one day, and then dead the next day, forever.…
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coffee & cherry pie
This that love for the brain, This that love for your mind, The infinite within, shall we divine? In our creative time, Heaven gets designed. Through our intimacy, we shine. I wanna see you glow, I wanna feel a moment of your fine. I wanna get to know, How beautiful your soul, When you and…
Cosmic Latte 