#Arts

"432HZ" UNBLOCK ALL 7 CHAKRAS - 7 Chakras Sleep Meditation Music | Full Night All 7 Chakras Opening
Chakra VibrAtion

#Meditation #Healing

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0OVSNkn_YbA

Kygo, Matt Hansen - Love Me Now or Lose Me Later (Lyric video) | Live from The Troll's Tongue

#CoSoMusic

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6SHa2jbuB_A

In kindness shown and mercies given,
In silent prayers, in hopes forgiven.
We find a softness, rich and true,
A strength in tenderness imbued.

For beauty lies not in the grand,
But in the gentle, guiding hand.
In every heart, a softened core,
Where love resides forevermore.

So look within, and you shall find,
The beauty in the gentle mind.
In softness, strength is intertwined,
In quiet hearts, true beauty shines.

The gentle touch, the soothing word,
In silence often left unheard.
The beauty of a softened gaze,
In fleeting moments, love portrays.

It’s in the cracks where light seeps in,
In tender places, we begin.
To find the beauty soft and rare,
In every breath of open air.

#Poetry

In the silent hours before dawn’s light,
Where shadows dance, both soft and slight,
There lies a realm, so pure, so deep,
Where beauty stirs from gentle sleep.

Within the heart’s secluded space,
A tender glow, a quiet grace.
Not found in noise or glaring beam,
But in the whispers of a dream.

In every tear that graces cheeks,
In every word the soul speaks,
There blooms a softness, pure and kind,
A fragile strength that love defines.

#Sudoku

#Poetry

Riddle

I am a traveler, yet I stand still,
A giant unseen, with a voracious will.
I bend both time and light to my whim,
At my edge, reality grows dim.
I hold the secrets of what lies beyond,
A cosmic mystery to which all are drawn.
What am I?

Tongue twister:

**"Quizzical quokkas quickly quaff quenching quince juice while quirky quails quietly quibble about quintessential quantum queries."**

Reflection

Amidst the pain and heartbreak, I found a profound sense of purpose when I realized...

the sun is a blister overhead.
if i were alive i could not bear it.
the townsfolk sing we shall overcome
while hope bleeds slowly from my mouth
into the dirt that covers us all.
i am done with this dust. i am done.

#Poetry

jasper texas 1998
BY LUCILLE CLIFTON
for j. byrd

i am a man's head hunched in the road.
i was chosen to speak by the members
of my body. the arm as it pulled away
pointed toward me, the hand opened once
and was gone.

why and why and why
should i call a white man brother?
who is the human in this place,
the thing that is dragged or the dragger?
what does my daughter say?

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