ReaLm of piNk-ai

Everyday, in our life, we will see evidence of cracking, peeling, wrinkling, or torn wear on an item that we have in our environment or even within or regular view.

Perhaps it is a well-loved object, or perhaps it’s hardly noticed.

We, do, have our own wrinkles, scars and proof of wear and worn. Our histories are evedent.

Celebrate our worth and do not despair that inside and outside our choices are apparent to others.

It is never too late to accept our wear and to approve what we have in our heart, our minds, and our bodies.

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I came back, that afternoon, before the sun set before my home.

I took a stroll around my home garden. And, i uproot a weed, tiny it is.

I shook off the root and observed its delicate roots. Suddenly i’m thinking of all the things this tiny thing can do.

It explores every crevice of earth available to find sustenance to add to water and sunlight in the growth process of its own.

The leaves above ground absorb sunlight without questioning if the roots below are doing their part.

What does every one of us does in fulfilling our life?

Whatever our name, it is, for the force for "making" that is greater than we are.

Live to our own creativity and paint it to our life. 

Standing in a sandbox, consider that we are more than the obstacles we have survived.

Respond to myself and learn to relax with back in the background.

I recognized a spiritual growth spirit.

The pose, the smile, the colours, and the nuances expressed a new comfort level i had reached in my own skin.

It is a moment of awakening to freedom.

I am on my path right now, leaving the past behind;

Looking forward to the rivers of experience i would love to dip my toe into.

Ready to explore the mysteries lies ahead.

Taking those steps to be true to my own goal destinations.

Even especially it’s hard, or when no one else honours my dream.

I, honour me.

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