Meditative Writing – poetic essays and contemplative experiences
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The Companionship of the Self
Prologue Every soul longs for a world that is beautiful, a life where relationships flow effortlessly, and companionship feels natural. Yet, in the quiet corners of our existence, a question waits for us: Why is it so hard to live this beauty? In that silence, answers do not always comfort us. Sometimes they challenge us, sometimes they break our illusions. It was in such a silence that I discovered: the actual journey is not about living relationships, it is about living myself. This reflection is not an explanation but an invitation. It asks us to look closely at the delicate thread between companionship and dependence, between freedom and slavery, between…
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The Blooming Beyond the Universe
The Blooming Beyond the Universe is a poetic reflection on timeless inner growth, where silence older than time whispers to the heart. It reminds us that actual blooming is not seasonal but eternal, greater than galaxies, and more profound than the universe itself. Through this rising dawn within, we are invited to live beyond gain and loss, beyond beginnings and endings, as participants in the mystery from which creation itself was born. “True blooming is not seasonal — it is eternal, rising endlessly within us. Introduction There are moments in life when we feel as if something is speaking to us, not from outside, but from the deepest part of…
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First-Class Life — The Soul’s Upgrade
In this News of the Soul Journal essay, life itself declares: “The journey is now in first class.” Grace upgrades the soul without a ticket, seating it in silence and showing it horizons of wonder. Every passenger becomes a mirror, every stop a blessing, and every track a prayer. This is the true luxury of existence, not wealth, but the timeless dignity of being carried by truth. “The journey is now in first class: where silence is the seat and wonder is the window.” Description: This image captures the soul’s upgrade into the first class of existence. The glowing morning light on the train mirrors grace, carrying the soul into…
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Looking Out of the Void: The Birth of My Time
