romance
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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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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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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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Creme Brûlée
Who needs meditation when we can make our creme brûlée? There’s no better practice than our ramekins of love, If it’s mindfulness we want to cultivate. For if it’s lost in contemplative thought we seek, Then in your creamy oasis, I must dive deep. Soft yet vigilant in touch while I focus on your sweet,…
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Cosmic Kisses
I must admit that all this talk about privilege is indifferent to me, When I am a beneficiary of our cosmic kisses. The call for equality at its core is merely a yearning for balance, And there is no better place for harmony than in the pantheon of our palates. Where the supreme deities of…
Cosmic Latte 