Palestinian woman in a little bit of self love
From a thought bubble of snow
Blew little words in a row That wept away Few moments of hollow
They nudged and itched
And shook her from freeze To the little door she joyfully breezed
That long forgotten jungle
Where all her beauty potions breathes says “it’s time to come back, And get dressed into sugar please”
The mirror dazed at the wealth it saw
And a smile in return it trapped from her
Stolen by rosy illusions that kept her drowned,
A step in her closet where she was finally found.
Here I associate Taawiz to ones passionate inspiration that can come in any form that stays with you always …keeping you happily alive.
I love my taawiz. Will always do. The most precious like almost my breathing.
where what how…know no … so lost in your charm 😇
P.s: robins, dunnocks and more…these cuties are charming the backyard..so! 🐦
Deer 🦌 runs , hip hop!
stood there soulfully
Humming mystery, For long In silence
Kept loving deeply
With her canopy of energy, For long In silence
Seeing through the veil
With her inner lamp lit The illusions disappear and a different trail hits
Just beat it.
Just beat it.
deers have soulful eyes and no wonder it just feels me.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ means someone with real power to control as opposed to nominal or symbolic power.
p.s : intuition with knowledge presides
“What was your childhood like?” healing begins from here.
I do ask
And this is a wonderful sharing to do.
“To be there” through the shared conversations is a magical travel of time. Difficult memories heal, simply because they are felt by those who would make the difference just by knowing/understanding, it’s as if they joined you too. They become a part of you, makes feel stronger.
ask, heal, bethere
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