gold blooms through silverfusion by pressure techniquesheat both makes and breaks it's been a long timewe looked at life in the eyedreams metamorphosed love moulded in ringsmetal outlasts fragile bondsco-creating life Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge P.S. In the Korean art of keumboo, jewellers fuse pure gold to silver with pressure and heat. The result is … Continue reading Rensaku
a sharp mindcaring dispositionrespect for personal boundaries lets me speaklistens attentivelyno mansplaining or interjections knows my dreamsoffers quiet supportis a partner in silence and words book addictintellectual bentuses reason more than emotion MTB at dVerse
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I scout for eyeballson my journey through etherblinking attentionlidless eyes watch but can't speakcurtailed communication "Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth." —Buddha visibilitymatters when I burn through mindsinstigate actionTruth needs to make itself heardSun and Moon are silent lamps Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
rediscover dreamsLost treasures or good riddance-forgotten passwordsare just a ruse to preventtrespassers, curious cats Below are a few guidelines I provide in my financial literacy sessions about using safe passwords. Complex passwords are safe, yet challenging to remember. Most common passwords are Password Qwerty 1234567 12345678 123321 Others may contain a combination of names and … Continue reading Lost passwords
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will youtreasure albumsof dreams, when daylight fadesadventures draw us in endlesspursuits? chasingsuccess will teachnew tricks and strategieswill you be there when memoriesbeckon? Written for Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge hosted by Yvette M. Calleiro
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I look inwards to see the baby up there, whom I miss so much. Then, I see two naughty pups watching my next move and think maybe she is already back with me. limited visionHow do I know if a soul rests in peace, is contemplating her return to the world in a fresh reincarnation, … Continue reading In Memoriam
look againthe face you see is a maskit might peel off in timewhat you see behindis deceptionor magic Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
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