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“When I couldn't speak I was not drawn into silence, silence captured me.”
― Thomas Harris

“I've fallen deep into a dark unkind hole. But I will not die. I will not die.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“You've never been in love like I've been in love. Being battered, shattered, and scattered because of love, yet to wake up and love again.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“Being battered, shattered, and scattered because of love, yet to wake up and love again.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“I was born, yes. But to suffer and gain nothing. Just a life full of misery and torment.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“Mindfulness (A poem)

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MINDFULNESS
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We're sitting on a hill,
reminiscing about our deeds.
These are mesmerising moments of ease;
scenes are harmonising in keys.
But we're in a state of oblivion,
shunned from the view of fate in this period.

We think about the nice days from our teens;  
the things that we did at our free will.
We're in sync with the future and past tensions.  
Indeed, we could enjoy the present intentions.   
But we're in a state of oblivion,
shunned from the view of fate in this period.

We envision our problems gone;
with collisions exposed and pawned.
Oh! We could enjoy this peaceful time,
on this hill, watching the sunrise.
But we're in a state of oblivion,
shunned from the view of fate in this period.

The beautiful birds stride pass our face.
Thick cuticles blurred, striped by hours of grace.
They flap their wings, forming art;
tail lamps for us, bleeding hearts.
But we're in a state of oblivion,
shunned from the view of fate in this period.

People of different cultures come to us.
Simple, they offer their services; no Judas.
Wave their hands with care;  
give their food to share.
But we're in a state of oblivion,
shunned from the view of fate in this period.

What a sad case this is;
our mindfulness is butchered.
Heads are swimming inbetween
the past and the future.
Opportunities to love others in truth
are being missed.
Communities could share love so true;
limiting the rifts.
But we're in a state of oblivion,
shunned from the view of fate in this period.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“A Hymn I sang When I Found You (Poem)
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You opened your arms to me
and my eyes to see.
You embraced me like your own.
In your soul,
You covered me with strength.
You opened my life with your breath.

Your comfort embraces my heart
like what paint is to art,
and jokes are to comedy,
and religion is to a prophecy,
and guitars are to music.
Importantly, you adorn me as artists do to the muse.

You swallowed me with your mind.
Sewn my broken pieces back into one,
and loved me throughout your research.
Like what members are to the church,
and grapes are to wine,
and mud is to a swine.

I was lost,
Now, I'm perfectly found at most.
In your love, I'm pulled.
Complete and full
without a piece amiss.
I'm washed with plenty a kiss.

A perfect melody!
Long gone are the days of melancholy.
Because no strange songs are sung.
You pierce into me like the sun
and comfort me like charms.
Mostly, you sing me a lullaby in your arms.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“Nature is one of the most powerful human connectors in this world. We all feel it, see it, experience it, and embrace it. Some less than others, nonetheless we all experience it. The river belongs to all those who benefit from it. The wind kisses and touches all of us. The sun smiles at all of us. The mountains wait in eternity for us. A gold searcher, a nature yoga enthusiast, a camper, a hiker, a hunter, a fisher... all of us share nature as our common denominator.”
― Mitta Xinindlu