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  1. Searching The Meaning Of Life! (S.T.M.O.L) @searchingthemeaningoflife.wordpress.com@searchingthemeaningoflife.wordpress.com ·

    «Πιότερο απ’ τους ανθρώπους τα τραγούδια τους αγάπησα»

    [Ιωάννινα 2019]

    Τα τραγούδια των ανθρώπων
    είναι πιο όμορφα από τους ίδιους
    πιο βαριά από ελπίδα
    πιο λυπημένα
    πιο διαρκή.

    Πιότερο απ’ τους ανθρώπους
    τα τραγούδια τους αγάπησα.

    Χωρίς ανθρώπους μπόρεσα να ζήσω,
    όμως ποτέ χωρίς τραγούδια
    μου ‘τυχε ν’ απιστήσω κάποτε
    στην πολυαγαπημένη μου,
    όμως ποτέ μου στο τραγούδι
    που τραγούδησα για αυτήν
    ούτε ποτέ και τα τραγούδια
    μ’ απατήσανε.

    Όποια κι αν είναι η γλώσσα τους
    πάντοτε τα τραγούδια τα κατάλαβα.

    Σ’αυτόν τον κόσμο τίποτα
    απ’ όσα μπόρεσα να πιω
    και να γευτώ
    απ’ όσες χώρες γνώρισα
    απ’ όσα μπόρεσα να αγγίξω
    και να νιώσω
    τίποτα, τίποτα
    δε μ’ έκανε έτσι ευτυχισμένον
    όσο τα τραγούδια…

    Απόδοση στα ελληνικά: Γιάννης Ρίτσος. Ναζίμ Χικμέτ.Ο Ναζίμ Χικμέτ (15 Ιανουαρίου 1902 – 3 Ιουνίου 1963) ήταν Τούρκος ποιητής και δραματουργός, κι από τις σημαντικότερες φωνές της τουρκικής λογοτεχνίας τον 20ο αιώνα. Εισήγαγε τον ελεύθερο στίχο κι ένα ευρύ φάσμα νέων θεμάτων στην ποίηση, επηρεάζοντας σημαντικά την τουρκική λογοτεχνία της δεκαετίας του ’30. Πέρασε πολλά χρόνια στη φυλακή για τις κομμουνιστικές του ιδέες και πέθανε εξόριστος στη Μόσχα. Θεωρείται ένα από τα ινδάλματα της τουρκικής Αριστεράς. Στα ελληνικά, ποιήματα του Ναζίμ Χικμέτ μετέφρασε ο Γιάννης Ρίτσος και ορισμένα από αυτά μελοποίησαν ο Μάνος Λοίζος και ο Θάνος Μικρούτσικος.

    πηγή: https://www.doctv.gr/

    Βαθμολογία:

    #hope #Έρευνα #Ποίηση #life #poems #writer #writing
  2. home at last

    home at last where the walls are rumbling,
    where the skies are crumbling,
    where sheets slicken with silken sheens
    blotting sicknesses so defiled,
    so revolting and reviled, where every
    bed has been made by me
    and made poorly; where
    long-dead carpenters measured once and cut
    twice, thrice, and again – the hourly
    wages docked for drinking and
    sent home before the work was done; all this
    is half-finished, all this
    is preamble to prologue. assembly guides
    for a world constructed before birth; the
    fabric stained in the bolts; the
    wood worm-eaten in the forest –
    and still, still, this
    is home at last.

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  3. home at last

    home at last where the walls are rumbling,
    where the skies are crumbling,
    where sheets slicken with silken sheens
    blotting sicknesses so defiled,
    so revolting and reviled, where every
    bed has been made by me
    and made poorly; where
    long-dead carpenters measured once and cut
    twice, thrice, and again – the hourly
    wages docked for drinking and
    sent home before the work was done; all this
    is half-finished, all this
    is preamble to prologue. assembly guides
    for a world constructed before birth; the
    fabric stained in the bolts; the
    wood worm-eaten in the forest –
    and still, still, this
    is home at last.

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  4. home at last

    home at last where the walls are rumbling,
    where the skies are crumbling,
    where sheets slicken with silken sheens
    blotting sicknesses so defiled,
    so revolting and reviled, where every
    bed has been made by me
    and made poorly; where
    long-dead carpenters measured once and cut
    twice, thrice, and again – the hourly
    wages docked for drinking and
    sent home before the work was done; all this
    is half-finished, all this
    is preamble to prologue. assembly guides
    for a world constructed before birth; the
    fabric stained in the bolts; the
    wood worm-eaten in the forest –
    and still, still, this
    is home at last.

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  5. home at last

    home at last where the walls are rumbling,
    where the skies are crumbling,
    where sheets slicken with silken sheens
    blotting sicknesses so defiled,
    so revolting and reviled, where every
    bed has been made by me
    and made poorly; where
    long-dead carpenters measured once and cut
    twice, thrice, and again – the hourly
    wages docked for drinking and
    sent home before the work was done; all this
    is half-finished, all this
    is preamble to prologue. assembly guides
    for a world constructed before birth; the
    fabric stained in the bolts; the
    wood worm-eaten in the forest –
    and still, still, this
    is home at last.

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  6. home at last

    home at last where the walls are rumbling,
    where the skies are crumbling,
    where sheets slicken with silken sheens
    blotting sicknesses so defiled,
    so revolting and reviled, where every
    bed has been made by me
    and made poorly; where
    long-dead carpenters measured once and cut
    twice, thrice, and again – the hourly
    wages docked for drinking and
    sent home before the work was done; all this
    is half-finished, all this
    is preamble to prologue. assembly guides
    for a world constructed before birth; the
    fabric stained in the bolts; the
    wood worm-eaten in the forest –
    and still, still, this
    is home at last.

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  7. Late I Am, Blame it on Fate

    Or not, maybe

    Starting with Esther’s fun run.

    https://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/09/07/laughing-along-with-a-limerick

    Here’s a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is CHEW 

    Today I use these words to make a roux
    Something new and tasty for you to chew
    With no direction my brain silently cries
    Not my best answer but I'll give it a try
    If you don't like it, well boo-hoo-hoo

    What is this ?

    https://worddaily.com/
    WD
    Torschlusspanik - toɐ̯ʃlʊsˈpanɪk
    Noun - The fear that time to act is running out.
    German, 1960s
    Staying in tune with limericks today
    I try to make sense while I still play
    Torschlusspanik is just Greek to me
    Time is slowly running out you see
    The fear of this is nothing new to me

    WORD DAILY PART DUX

    WD X2

    WD
    Psychagogic - ¦sīkə¦gäjik
    Adjective - Attractive, persuasive, inspiring.
    Greek, mid-19th century
    Another word that is new for me
    You are Psychagogic this I can see
    I serenade you with song and wine
    Letting you know I think you are fine
    Come here baby and sit on my knee

    https://youtu.be/_71w4UA2Oxo

    #Challenges #crying #GeorgeHarrison #limericks #love #music #poems #Poetry #roux #Words #writing
  8. Late I Am, Blame it on Fate

    Or not, maybe

    Starting with Esther’s fun run.

    https://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/09/07/laughing-along-with-a-limerick

    Here’s a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is CHEW 

    Today I use these words to make a roux
    Something new and tasty for you to chew
    With no direction my brain silently cries
    Not my best answer but I'll give it a try
    If you don't like it, well boo-hoo-hoo

    What is this ?

    https://worddaily.com/
    WD
    Torschlusspanik - toɐ̯ʃlʊsˈpanɪk
    Noun - The fear that time to act is running out.
    German, 1960s
    Staying in tune with limericks today
    I try to make sense while I still play
    Torschlusspanik is just Greek to me
    Time is slowly running out you see
    The fear of this is nothing new to me

    WORD DAILY PART DUX

    WD X2

    WD
    Psychagogic - ¦sīkə¦gäjik
    Adjective - Attractive, persuasive, inspiring.
    Greek, mid-19th century
    Another word that is new for me
    You are Psychagogic this I can see
    I serenade you with song and wine
    Letting you know I think you are fine
    Come here baby and sit on my knee

    https://youtu.be/_71w4UA2Oxo

    #Challenges #crying #GeorgeHarrison #limericks #love #music #poems #Poetry #roux #Words #writing
  9. Late I Am, Blame it on Fate

    Or not, maybe

    Starting with Esther’s fun run.

    https://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/09/07/laughing-along-with-a-limerick

    Here’s a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is CHEW 

    Today I use these words to make a roux
    Something new and tasty for you to chew
    With no direction my brain silently cries
    Not my best answer but I'll give it a try
    If you don't like it, well boo-hoo-hoo

    What is this ?

    https://worddaily.com/
    WD
    Torschlusspanik - toɐ̯ʃlʊsˈpanɪk
    Noun - The fear that time to act is running out.
    German, 1960s
    Staying in tune with limericks today
    I try to make sense while I still play
    Torschlusspanik is just Greek to me
    Time is slowly running out you see
    The fear of this is nothing new to me

    WORD DAILY PART DUX

    WD X2

    WD
    Psychagogic - ¦sīkə¦gäjik
    Adjective - Attractive, persuasive, inspiring.
    Greek, mid-19th century
    Another word that is new for me
    You are Psychagogic this I can see
    I serenade you with song and wine
    Letting you know I think you are fine
    Come here baby and sit on my knee

    https://youtu.be/_71w4UA2Oxo

    #Challenges #crying #GeorgeHarrison #limericks #love #music #poems #Poetry #roux #Words #writing
  10. Late I Am, Blame it on Fate

    Or not, maybe

    Starting with Esther’s fun run.

    https://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/09/07/laughing-along-with-a-limerick

    Here’s a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is CHEW 

    Today I use these words to make a roux
    Something new and tasty for you to chew
    With no direction my brain silently cries
    Not my best answer but I'll give it a try
    If you don't like it, well boo-hoo-hoo

    What is this ?

    https://worddaily.com/
    WD
    Torschlusspanik - toɐ̯ʃlʊsˈpanɪk
    Noun - The fear that time to act is running out.
    German, 1960s
    Staying in tune with limericks today
    I try to make sense while I still play
    Torschlusspanik is just Greek to me
    Time is slowly running out you see
    The fear of this is nothing new to me

    WORD DAILY PART DUX

    WD X2

    WD
    Psychagogic - ¦sīkə¦gäjik
    Adjective - Attractive, persuasive, inspiring.
    Greek, mid-19th century
    Another word that is new for me
    You are Psychagogic this I can see
    I serenade you with song and wine
    Letting you know I think you are fine
    Come here baby and sit on my knee

    https://youtu.be/_71w4UA2Oxo

    #Challenges #crying #GeorgeHarrison #limericks #love #music #poems #Poetry #roux #Words #writing
  11. Late I Am, Blame it on Fate

    Or not, maybe

    Starting with Esther’s fun run.

    https://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/09/07/laughing-along-with-a-limerick

    Here’s a new limerick challenge for you. Your word this week is CHEW 

    Today I use these words to make a roux
    Something new and tasty for you to chew
    With no direction my brain silently cries
    Not my best answer but I'll give it a try
    If you don't like it, well boo-hoo-hoo

    What is this ?

    https://worddaily.com/
    WD
    Torschlusspanik - toɐ̯ʃlʊsˈpanɪk
    Noun - The fear that time to act is running out.
    German, 1960s
    Staying in tune with limericks today
    I try to make sense while I still play
    Torschlusspanik is just Greek to me
    Time is slowly running out you see
    The fear of this is nothing new to me

    WORD DAILY PART DUX

    WD X2

    WD
    Psychagogic - ¦sīkə¦gäjik
    Adjective - Attractive, persuasive, inspiring.
    Greek, mid-19th century
    Another word that is new for me
    You are Psychagogic this I can see
    I serenade you with song and wine
    Letting you know I think you are fine
    Come here baby and sit on my knee

    https://youtu.be/_71w4UA2Oxo

    #Challenges #crying #GeorgeHarrison #limericks #love #music #poems #Poetry #roux #Words #writing
  12. precipitate

    from the roil,
    from the boil,
    the slush of forgetfulness
    frothing; the casting
    vapor wafting off;
    a hard and shining dust
    in the bottom of the pan –
    for now, not now, too hot to touch,
    but when it cools –
    when it cools –
    we’ll learn what exactly
    was drifting around in there.

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  13. Poem: Stay Away Stay Away

    Stay away stay away 
    Stay away, darkness around him
    Darkness around you all, stay away
    There's nothing fruitful in it
    There's nothing wholesome in it
    There's nothing shaking in it,
    Waiting to come out
    It's all a “white tomb” inside
    And broods “of vipers”
    It's all dust and death so
    Stay away stay away

    #depression #generationalTrauma #poem #poems #poetry
  14. kathy acker: get rid of meaning

    https://p-u-n-c-h.ro/koenigbooks/kathy-acker-get-rid-of-meaning/
    American author Kathy Acker was one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. Working through an experimental and avant-garde tradition, she wrote numerous novels, essays, poems, and novellas from the early 1970s to the late 1990s. As a postmodernist, plagiarist, and post-punk feminist, she continues to inspire generations of writers, philosophers, and artists. The book GET RID OF MEANING, edited by Anja Casser and Matias Viegener, is the first comprehensive publication on Acker’s work from an artistic and literary perspective. It includes previously unpublished material from Acker’s personal archive and other collections. The publication is the compilation of a multipart research project including an exhibition and a symposium at Badischer Kunstverein in Karlsruhe.

    https://p-u-n-c-h.ro/koenigbooks/kathy-acker-get-rid-of-meaning/

    #AnjaCasser #BadischerKunstverein #essays #experimentalWriting #feminism #feminist #KathyAcker #MatiasViegener #novels #plagiarist #poems #postPunk #postmodernist
  15. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    Momentum: A Poem About Fatherhood, Survival, and the Weight of Becoming

    Trigger warning: Suicide, self-multilation, and depression.

    I wish it hadn’t been you
    my beautiful sons
    to wake me up.

    It should have been
    the self-carved strip
    dangling red off my wrist,
    or the catfish water hiding the siren
    below the High Bridge, crafting that suicidal lullaby so perfectly
    I could picture the river bottom
    and it was Camelot, Shangri-La, a muddy paradise of
    non-living so blissful
    I would rather be basking in the weeds and rocks,
    then be breathing next to you.

    Instead, seeing you born
    made me realize part of me was dead
    and you needed me to be alive.

    When they pulled you out of that
    membrane gate, that surreal boundary
    weaved through everything, but seemingly hidden
    until birth or death
    I realized I wasn’t truly living.
    As you screamed, looking for me underneath
    the surgeons fluorescent halo,
    dripping of life, I didn’t want
    to be seen, because you deserve love
    that wasn’t broken.

    You weren’t meant to be the gravity,
    the foundation, the catalyst to make me
    heal, change, and grow.

    That wasn’t the way it was supposed to be.

    #books #fatherhood #fiction #horror #mentalHealth #patrickWMarsh #poem #poems #Poetry #poetryCommunity #reading #readingPoetry #writing #writingPoetry
  16. The Center of Fire by A.L. Nightshade is now on Amazon

    https://www.youtube.com/shorts/0kQLdCFoQ78 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H9V8CLHJ Some wounds don’t leave bruises.They leave silence. Doubt. A quiet voice that says you’re not enough.The Center of Fire is for the ones who were told they were too much, too little, too sensitive, too broken.Through searing, honest poems, AL. Nightshade maps the journey from surviving verbal abuse to refusing to let others define your worth. These pages teach you how to protect your self-respect, how to […]

    midnight-publishing.org/2026/0

  17. Stumbling Block

    It seems I have always been stumbling, tripping over the unintended in a fog of wandering wonder.

    The mist has been ever around me, my cloud by day. I am enveloped by mystery.

    You do indeed love to surprise me, O God;

    two girls find shiny stones in a fountain and their joy chases away the despair at not finding a loved one,

    the hospitality of friends lightens the weight upon a heavy chest from a returning to what was and the traveler can breathe again into what will be,

    a mother’s words and the night breeze dries a daughter’s tears and she can smile at the deep thrum of a bullfrog,

    lovers lie for a moment in the morning and the frustrations of yesterday fade into the quiet beginnings of another day.

    It is time then.

    I rise up into the bone crackling morning, my body protesting, my spirit already stretching out along the places I will see.

    Inside, I find I am ready for more stumbling.

    July 29, 2022

    #boneCracklingMorning #bullfrog #chronicPain #ContemplativePoetry #ContemplativeWriting #Despair #divineSurprise #embodiment #Faith #FaithAndLife #Family #findingJoy #fog #friends #God #GodIsMystery #Grace #Gratitude #Hope #Hospitality #ListeningToTheSoul #Love #marriage #mist #Morning #mothersAndDaughters #movingForward #mystery #personalReflection #pilgrimage #Poems #readiness #renewal #resilience #sacredOrdinary #SpiritualJourney #SpiritualReflection #SubmissionToGod #surprise #tearsAndHealing #Travel #wanderingWonder #Wonder
  18. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    The Tail of the Comet: A Poem About Emotions, Trauma, and the Weight We Carry

    I’m pulled, tugged, ripped,
    chained to feeling,
    in its rawest form,
    a perpetual gravity of emotion.
    Instinct, sadness, happiness,
    the perfect storm, never-ending.
    I wish it would be silent,
    an old, ivy-heavy graveyard at midnight.

    My therapist gave it many titles,
    depression, anxiety, trauma, PTSD.
    Rage and love toward everyone and everything,
    from empty streetlights to my beautiful sons.
    It was failed lovers, friends,
    family, jobs, and dreams.
    The core of my being was
    a black hole that refused to stand still.

    I had always known something
    was living inside of me.
    So when emotions did come ringing,
    haunted bells on some walking watchtower,
    with phantoms following in marmalade glows.
    The whole of this demon land
    would empty,
    overwhelming me.

    She asks me to describe
    how it feels knowing I’m like this.
    I tell her I’m the pike
    forever pulled by the hook,
    or the dark matter tether of the endlessly hurtling meteor.
    And that I feel,
    and that I know,
    the stillness of the night

    will always be a fiction.

    #author #books #depression #mentalIllness #monsters #patrickWMarsh #poem #poems #Poetry #poetryCommunity #reading #readingPoetry #writing
  19. Builder

    For Nelson (May 16, 1944-July 13, 2005)

    If I would have my life to live over again,
    I would find an old stone wall in disrepair
    and I would spend my days seeking the tumbled
    down stones hidden in the grass.

    By day I would rebuild the wall. At night I
    would lie in its lee. I would not be afraid
    of the snakes and rodents disturbed from
    their dark places in the cracks between the
    stones where they sleep.

    And when my life came to an end and the wall
    was as yet unfinished, I would not moan. I
    would lay myself down against the rocks and
    let my body fade away into a place of rest in
    the cracks between the stones.

    March 11, 2005

    (Reposted on the anniversary of my dear friend’s passing)

    #2005 #acceptanceOfDeath #Aging #belongingToTheEarth #bodyToDust #communionWithTheLand #cracksBetweenStones #deathAndRest #dryStoneWall #Eulogy #grassAndWeeds #hiddenStones #Humility #impermanence #Legacy #lifeReflection #meditativePoem #mementoMori #Mortality #Nature #naturePoetry #oldField #peaceInLabor #Peacebuilding #poem #Poems #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #rebuilding #reflectivePoetry #Rest #ruralLife #rusticLandscape #secondChances #snakesAndRodents #stoneWall #unfinishedWork #Violence #Walls #weatheredStones #Writing
  20. stewartstaffordblog @stewartstaffordblog.wordpress.com@stewartstaffordblog.wordpress.com ·

    The Lowest Bid


    The Lowest Bid by Stewart Stafford

    The sceptre is cast to the shivering sea
    with divine ordinance, codes of chivalry.
    A blinding vision of the fallen from on high,
    New roving dregs with a scavenger’s eye.

    Yield up the light, coax out the dying flame,
    Punishment for crimes revokes your name.
    Was freedom built on ancient delusion?
    It persists as the architect’s cold conclusion.

    The most degrading and painful descent
    is the one to the lower “kingdom” crescent,
    Shadow throne invoked by seditious implication.
    Collusion not coercion, mummified by mediation.

    Trust not the expedient offer, the beatific start —
    They can only embalm the chasms of the heart.

    © 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

    #Angel #Angels #Anger #Arrogance #DarkFantasy #DarkPoetry #Defiance #Devil #FallenAngels #God #Hades #Hell #Hubris #Lucifer #Milton #Nephilim #ParadiseLost #Poem #poems #Poetry #Pride #Prophecy #Prophetic #Satan #StewartStaffordPoems #TheFallen #War #WarInHeaven
  21. “Where are our roots? How do we make ourselves at home? How does the stranger come to feel at home? Maybe we need to remind ourselves of what a family is, what it could be, and what it stands for, to begin to make sense of the wider world.”

    Read the editors’ introduction to NAMING THE SNAKES: New Writing Scotland 44:

    asls.org.uk/publications/books

    #Scottish #literature #NewWriting #shortstories #shortfiction #poetry #poems #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #Scots #Scotslanguage #writingcommunity

  22. NAMING THE SNAKES
    New Writing Scotland 44
    Ed. by Chris Powici, Allan Radcliffe & Anna C. Frater

    The best new short fiction & poetry from forty-three writers who are Scottish by birth, residence, or inclination, writing in English, Gaelic, & Scots. Available for preorder now from all good bookshops! (And the evil one too.)

    asls.org.uk/publications/books

    #Scottish #literature #NewWriting #shortstories #shortfiction #poetry #poems #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #Scots #Scotslanguage #writingcommunity

  23. My Final Hurrah!

    Just published on Amazon my 20th book (I hope this will be my last book) “Summa Iru: My Formal Renunciation and Farewell to the World“. (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H87DDNRM)

    Just a few hours back I published on Amazon another book “Advaita Vedanta through Name-and-Form Analysis”, which was written largely with the help of Claude. (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H84F82HS)

    About the Book: “Summa Iru: My Formal Renunciation and Farewell to the World

    “It is time I ended the ignorance in myself.”

    With these words, a writer, poet, and lifelong student of Advaita Vedanta announces his formal withdrawal from the world — effective July 16, 2026, his 62nd birthday. Not a retreat from failure, nor a flight from grief, but the logical terminus of a life spent reading, thinking, debating, and writing about one thing: the ending of ignorance, which is the ending of the seeker himself.

    Summa Iru is the author’s twentieth and, by its own declaration, final book — a parting document composed in the months before silence. It gathers the last poems (“Without Her By My Side,” “The Me Time,” “I The Stranger,” “The Last Act”), the last aphorisms (“Even God disappears when you are silent”), and the last philosophical exchanges of a man tying up loose ends before going incommunicado.

    Between the poems runs a sustained meditation in the tradition of Ramana Maharshi and the Ashtavakra Gita: Why does psychoanalysis fail where self-enquiry succeeds? Why is renouncing desires mere symptom-treatment while the disease of ignorance festers? What did Ramana mean when he said the future is already fixed — and that the best course is to remain silent? How does summa iru — “just be still” — dissolve the questioner along with the question?

    The book also records something rarer: the texture of leave-taking itself. Letters declined. Friendships gently closed. A reply to a friend asking for a small favour: “Sorry dear, I have retired from all work and all relationships.” The ache of unrequited love examined without flinching and traced back to its root — the unworthiness we feel sitting alone with ourselves, forever seeking the other who will transport us away from our own insignificance.

    Drawing on Ramana Maharshi, Nisargadatta Maharaj, the Ashtavakra Gita, J. Krishnamurti, Buber, Kant, Camus, and the ghazal tradition, this is comparative philosophy written not from the armchair but from the departure gate.

    For readers of Advaita Vedanta, spiritual memoir, and contemplative poetry — and for anyone who has wondered what it would actually take to stop.

    The author will not be available for comment. That is rather the point.

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  24. No wind stirs
    no storm blows

    The leaves are silent
    nothing swirls around

    No rain cools
    the scorching asphalt

    Tears evaporate
    we all tense up

    The path is so hard
    barely any resistance

    The heat overwhelms us
    forcing us into despair

    Why is the path so hard?
    No answer, never

    Irini ❤️
    Thank you for reading, my dears

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  25. Getting It Wrong

    Sometimes I do but it’s alright.

    Daily writing prompt What’s the best way to build self-confidence? ✅ View all responses

    Your three words today are:
    OPINION
    OATH
    OUTLINE

    Three Things Challenge

    I hope you had a great weekend. Here is a fresh limerick challenge for you. Your word is JELLY

    https://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/06/08/laughing-along-with-a-limerick-286/

    Kinda Silly

    Take an oath and and stick to it like jelly
    Sometimes the outline looks kinda silly
    Opinions will change as the story unfolds
    Your confidence eventually starts to grow
    And you enjoy a deep laugh from your belly

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    J826 ©peaceful-threads.com

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  27. Help the Saved

    I wish I should be dead as I awake,
    For my or your sake.
    Just have me supper fed,
    And that I arise dead.
    In my chest a stake or blade
    I should surely fade.
    Tears mean nothing much
    Yet they come as though to rush.

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    1. “A Friend Like You” by Helen Steiner Rice
    2. “Friendship” by Emily Dickinson
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  29. These 13 poems form a rich tapestry of life as seen through Black eyes. Each poet, in their own way, answers the question: What does it mean to live, to struggle, to dream?
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  30. 15 Famous Poems About Veterans

    1. “Dulce et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen
    2. “The Soldier” by Rupert Brooke
    3. “In Flanders Fields” by John McCrae
    4. “The Death of the Hired Man” by Robert Frost
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    1. “A Woman’s Friendship” by Christina Rossetti
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    4. “Girlfriend” by Jane Kenyon
    5. “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
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  32. Seeds, though small in size, have long been symbolic of new beginnings, growth, and the cyclical nature of life. From ancient civilizations to modern-day poets, seeds have been used as metaphors for a multitude of human experiences, from personal transformation to the relationship between nature and humanity.
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