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There are days when nature becomes the teacher — not through grand landscapes or rare sightings, but through the quiet, unassuming...

A Poem for Solarys, by Spirit Pre-birth plan - it's the only chest game that everybody wins Beloved Solarys, luminous child of the...

a Tao-inspired poem from the earth-bound sky I used to sit upright, like a student, waiting for the lesson. Back straight. Eyes scanning...

A remembrance from the soul... When I first placed it in the soil, the petals barely moved. Only the outer flower turned— bright,...

There was a time I sought beauty like a treasure— a destination, a perfection, something waiting for me once I had done enough, healed...