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
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
look againthe face you see is a maskit might peel off in timewhat you see behindis deceptionor magic Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
a different meat each step of the journeyincreasing baggagelessons learnt, reconsideredsteps - Finally, I'm on top WDYS #290
live ineye of the stormworlds revolving aroundunperturbed mindsets; let them chaseyour peace Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
presumptuousnesswants to live in joy; Ahoylet's get there where peacesurvives happiness; beckonsReason to make a factsheetblankness reveals layered truth Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
Déjà vu strikes as I see the old man on my first visit to the city. I’m sure we’ve never met before, but he has been there forever in my fears of the future, in my tragic stories and in the history of pavements. I avert my eyes --till they catch sight of his tiny … Continue reading Deja Vu or Veja Du – a Braided Haibun
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