Found

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.

-masuma

Taawiz

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.

Deer runs, Hiphop

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.

-Masuma

deers have soulful eyes and no wonder it just feels me.

Being there

“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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