She did it for me. Taunting pose, favorite fruit, I won't forget her #kaytpoemprompts #headoverhaiku 📸Pexels✍️me

Even if the lotus blooms in difficult places, it holds the grace of Maha Lakshmi.🪷 Its presence makes the ground sacred. It rises from mud, yet stays divine. Its arrival is never ordinary—it is a blessing. Every place it touches turns into a temple of peace.🛕✨

As a child walking through my working-class city, I would see poverty and hardship etched into the faces of the people I passed on the streets. The pain I felt was knife-deep. Even as a child, perceiving their suffering felt like a kind of torture. I didn’t understand economics, politics, or history, but I carried a deep sense of injustice and a strange knowing that something better was possible. I grew up with the feeling that something fundamental was wrong. Living often felt more like a nightmare than a gift. The feeling followed me everywhere. It coloured relationships, work, and my view of the future. Yet amidst all of this, there were moments that broke through the darkness. A single flower. The intricate veins of a leaf. I would become absorbed in wonder. Love would bloom inside me for reasons I couldn’t explain. Over time, I came to understand something important. While we often see the world through the lens of our own perception, not everything is merely a reflection of our inner state. Some things are genuinely wrong. Injustice exists. Suffering exists. Cruelty exists. The answer is not to deny these realities. But neither is it wise to become consumed by them. What can be changed is our relationship with reality. And that begins with what we allow into our minds. So I became intentional. The news was the first thing to go. Closely followed by gossip, outrage, cynicism, and ideas that seemed designed only to make people fearful, divided, or hopeless. Instead of buying things to decorate my house, I began collecting qualities of being to decorate the house of my soul. Kindness. Patience. Compassion. Wonder. Gratitude. Courage. I deliberately exposed myself to ideas that strengthened these qualities and practised expressing them wherever I could. At times I worried this was naïve. Perhaps I was ignoring reality. Perhaps I was creating a comforting illusion. But experience taught me something different. The strongest people I have met are not those most consumed by darkness. They are the ones who have cultivated enough inner light to walk through that darkness without becoming it. To be clear-sighted without becoming cynical. Compassionate without becoming overwhelmed. Present without becoming defeated. The goal was never to ignore suffering. The goal was to become strong enough to respond to it. Because when you discover that it is possible to create an inner experience so full, so abundant, and so alive that you feel there is nothing you need and everything you wish to give, something remarkable happens. The culture of endless consumption begins to lose its grip. You stop buying things to fill holes that no object was ever capable of filling. You stop seeking status to compensate for insecurity. You stop chasing distractions to avoid yourself. You realise how little is actually required to live well. The more love grows within you, the less you wish to take from the world and the more you wish to protect it. Abundance reveals itself not as accumulation but as sufficiency. Not as possession but as participation. Not as having more, but as needing less. The greatest deception of modern culture may not be that we are encouraged to consume products. It is that we are encouraged to believe we are incomplete, or lack something essential. That happiness is always one purchase, one achievement, one transformation away. Yet beneath all of that conditioning lies a possibility that has been waiting for us all along. A human being who understands their own mind. Who knows how to cultivate their inner world. Who can access love, gratitude, courage, and wonder deliberately. Who discovers that their deepest nature was never scarcity. It was abundance. And once you experience that abundance directly, the entire story changes. You stop asking what the world can give you. And begin asking what you can give to the world instead. —- "I am Melting Stone" by Hannah Yata.

I am aware, therefore I am. —- Artwork: "Adiyogi", Android Jones, 2016

誰もいない白線が、キックオフを待っている。 #AIArt #FantasyArt #WorldCup

'The Falsrott' Read on Substack, Narrated on YouTube. #TalesfromtheWoldwood by #Edvane #DarkFantasy #FantasyLore

Real history was darker than #grimdark. On All Saints’ Day, 1755, Lisbon’s churches were full when the earthquake struck. Survivors fled toward the waterfront, only for the sea to retreat and return as a tsunami. Then the city burned. Not judgement in a prophecy. Geology. #darkerthangrimdark #Edvane

#vss365 The banshee screamed until mirrors cracked and the men died, bleeding from their ears. A hunched old woman climbed the stair with a silver needle and black thread. That night, the village slept. She had not brought #quietus to them. She had sewn the banshee’s mouth shut. #Edvane #DarkFantasy On July 6, I will pick the most liked, reposted, or viewed of these flash fictions and make it a 3-4k short story

RT @RoseW1530452: • Khalil Gibran said: “In the depth of my soul, there’s a wordless song.” John Keats said: “Heard melodies are sweet, bu…

RT @RoseW1530452: • The poetry for my love Damon: How could I possibly not love that heart of yours? It beats all the way to the side of…

RT @RoseW1530452: • The poetry for my love Damon. How could I possibly not love that train of thought of yours? You miss me all the time a…

RT @RoseW1530452: • The poetry for my love Damon. How could I possibly not love you as you a person? You’ve given me all your love, energ…

sleeping with karma aged way past drama knocked out of step off kilter pseudologia fantastica composed filter masochist invites manipulator Machiavellian satyr lotus who lures asked was i ever really yours? question framed in solipsistic line not sure i was ever completely mine

summer rain one lantern holding back the dark Basho

after the rain, even the bruise became a bloom Aiko

Tonights thought! 'Stop forcing people to see you. Stop forcing people to understand you. Stop forcing people to validate you, it is not their job. Your job is to See yourself, understand yourself and validate yourself. GN♥️

Happy Friday, everyone! 🥳 Have a great weekend! 😍 Thank you, followers! 😊 #echinacea

I am able to help other people because other people have helped me.☀️ #sunrise #affirmation

Time takes away all that is not meant to be on your path and one can either grieve that or be thankful as it makes room to prepare for what is coming because in the moment of occurrence, one can feel the happening and the lingering effect of pending change. -J.Wool 📷 by Me

Serene village, Japan 🇯🇵🌸