source One day, there was peace all around no noise, no anxiety As if creation had fallen asleep, with its weary arms on the earth I listened to myself there were no answers outside, no questions within

source The streams of affection don't flow by chance, they are the original sources of time, in which the first sounds of civilization and the first breath of humanity are found Their flow sometimes echoing

source I often find peace in that quiet moment of morning, when the first sunlight falls silently into the courtyard as if saying, “Stay energetic, don’t tire.” Sometimes I find peace in a drop of dew

[source] ( Lamps do not share light, they illuminate the path of others with their own flame This is not merely a sacrifice of the body but an offering of one's existence to dispel some unknown darkness

[source] ( The river when it finds its way among the rocks, it is not a flow, but a self-acceptance The question is neither of action nor reaction but its flow is a constant proclamation Brush the silent

source The griefs don't stop us, but they also don't let us go. They remain within as a feeling like a neem tree growing in barren land, whose shade is not harsh, just slightly moist. When grief deepens,

source Some sorrows don't lament they simply linger within us, like a mother's woolen sweater preserved in an old trunk, in which her body odor still gently lingers They don't ask questions, nor seek answers,

source Every year, when the sky rubs the ashes of a cloud on its tired eyelids it descends... Not a river, but like some forgotten memory springing from the roots of the earth once again sets out to mold

source Whatever is before you accept it wholeheartedly, as if it were a season that has stopped just for you, for a moment Recognize the time hidden within the one you are meeting now because every smile,

source The peak fame engraved on the body of the scene, a simple interpretation of the glory of history It receives boundless praise, eyes bow before it, voices of cheers echo. Responsibility must live

source The silent prayer of the foundation Buried in the depths of the earth, it seeks no cheers, it asks for no light, it expects no gratitude It stands there where the sky doesn't paint a picture, where

source When woman chose to be earth, she learned to sustain She became the one who preserves every seed, every pain, every hope and neglect every song. In her moisture, she continued to grow time. And

source The most frightening scenario in civilization is the system's vocalization and the people's silence The system has everything copies of the Constitution, election dates, flags, anthems, celebrations,

source Earth, neither bound by any line, nor contained in any word is compassion, which remains ready to offer shelter even after every thunderbolt. Earth not a geometric sphere, but a living abode of

source Rain, as if the distressed sky has impatiently carved compassion with its fingers on the back of the bowed earth. No proclamation, no cheer just to bring to the neglected land a silent solace. Rain

source Sand doesn't flow it's carried away What's called flow is actually the result of disagreements made in someone else's direction The river's water never consults the sand It simply flows like a decision

source Sand doesn't need direction, It doesn't flow, It simply gives way, Abandoning attachment to its place, When someone else passes over it It has no voice because it has always Been considered worthy

source Sometimes the needs of others become your needs, because being human does not mean living only for yourself Sometimes by feeding a hungry person you have satisfied your own inner hunger, sometimes

source Have you ever wondered if you could have a part in the smile on someone's face? Whenever you held someone's trembling hand, who was tired of fighting the world, didn't you see the light within you

source When no one is ready to accompany you in the wilderness, Even your eyes are accustomed to not being a dream, Even destiny seems ready to erase you from the world, Do not panic in that difficult