Thoughts that can only be caught with softness in the heart.

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In a Thousand Years


Tell me—
will you still be here
when my footprints
have long faded from your sands?

Tomorrow.
In a thousand years.

Tell me,
will that solitary tree
still grow upon your land?

Tomorrow.
In a thousand years.

Will the swarm of bees
still gather honey?

Tomorrow.
In a thousand years.

Will people grow wiser—
gentler in the way they treat you,
more mindful?

Tomorrow.
In a thousand years.

Will you still guard
those hidden paths
that kindle peace within the heart?

Tomorrow.
In a thousand years.

And today—
grateful—
from the stem of a gifted, trembling red rose,
I plant a cutting,
so that one day
I may offer you
a bush of the most beautiful roses.

For today.
For tomorrow.
For a thousand years.

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Hidden in the Mist


Beauties hidden in the mist
call to the lonely heart,
inviting it
to step courageously
into a new day.

May heartfelt greetings
follow one another,
bringing a little light
to a stranger's day.

The most beautiful smile
is the one that rises
from the depths of the heart.

It is like the sun that warms,
like nature,
which simply gives.

Discover the beauty
that surrounds you.

Heal with your smile,
and let happiness
meet happiness,
from one heart
to another.

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Take your Piece of Happiness


Take your piece of happiness,
even when everything
seems broken.

Allow yourself to hear your own heart,
even when it lies
hidden deep within.

Trust your dreams,
especially those
that call to you
even in the light of day.

Imagine a world painted
with beautiful colours,
filled with flowers,
graceful birds,
and playful foxes.

A bird never wonders
whether the sun will rise tomorrow.

It trusts the dawn,
just as the sea trusts the moon,
following her
through every tide.

A flower does not bloom
to be admired,
nor does it bloom
to prove its worth.
It simply blooms.

Imagine a world
where people
respect one another.

A world
where respect itself
is free to flourish.

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On the Path


Here I sit alone,
embraced by the nature I hold so dear,
as the final rays of today's sun
wrap themselves around me.


In my thoughts,
I write the answers;
with my heart,
I paint your portrait.

You are with me,
and yet,
you are not.

I hear your voice
in the whisper of the waves.
I feel your kiss
on my way home.
I see you
in every cloud.

How many times
have I already let you go?
How many times
have I told myself
I would never love you again?
Was I lying to myself?
Did I betray myself
each time
I walked toward you?
Was I simply naïve?
Or was I
bravely running away?
How many times
have I already let you go?

And yet,
you always return
in silence.
Sometimes
you come with a smile;
other times,
you quietly disappear.

And I wonder
what would happen
if I could no longer see you.
No longer speak with you.
Notice you.
Greet you.
Laugh with you.
Share a few simple words.

Then I realize
that everything I do
is woven from dreams.
Perhaps
too full of stars.

That everything I see—
is not you.
It is only your image.

So now,
I will leave
the question of fear behind.
I will quiet
my expectations.
And as I do
every single day,
I will continue
along my own path.

For on my path
there are butterflies,
there are birds,
and all those beautiful little creatures.
On my path,
I meet people—
joyful,
happy,
worried,
dreamers,
playful,
kind.

On my path,
the wind caresses me,
and the sun keeps me warm.
Sometimes,
the rain washes over me.
On my path,
there is the sea.
Upon its waters
sail little boats.
There are four-leaf clovers
and unusual wildflowers.

And who knows
whom I may still meet
along the way.
Perhaps...
my fellow traveler.

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Just One Little Light


I can write
about just one little light.

I can draw one.
I can light one.
I can imagine one.


And what could
that single little light do?
Could it brighten
the reader's world?
Could it perhaps
illuminate
the darkest path?

If I were to draw it,
would a lost heart
feel its light?
If I were to light it,
would anyone else
see it?

What if
that one little light
were to shatter?
What then
would I do?
Would I mend it,
or search
for another?

Perhaps...
oh, perhaps...
one little light
could find
a lost heart,
draw it close,
hold it gently,
and inspire it
to light
its own
little light.

Perhaps...
oh perhaps.

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