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Pouya 2d
Grateful for high vibration I'm feeling right now
Grateful for watching my life sprouting 🌱
Grateful for living every minute
Grateful for death that teaches me to be more alive.
Grateful for every creative ideas
Grateful for all the experiences
Grateful for being a child again
Grateful for living this fu*cking amazing life I have!
Grateful for my
Grateful for every thing & every one
This poem occured right after having a death meditation  ðŸ’€
Pouya May 24
Everything is just right.
Everything is as it should be.
Everything is fine—

Even when it hurts.
Even when it heals.
Even when it doesn’t feel that way.
Pouya May 22
Feeling the quiet rise
Of true essence,
Silent power, steady and pure.

Splashing consciousness on my mind
It calms the soul,
And stirs the darkness within
To be seen, not feared.
Pouya May 18
Another dot,
in the notebook of my life,
just a moment,
just a mark.

It hurt,
I know.
But no real harm was done,
just the ache of growth.

Change your glasses,
shift the frame,
and watch your mind
rearrange the pain.
Pouya May 16
There's a firework inside my head
Pulling me away from tasks
Begging me to rest
Slamming the doors to others

Maybe it's "me time" once again
Just me, and the quiet of being alone
Pouya May 13
Down the river,
Depleting my anger,

Chasing sunset,
With a fixed mindest!

Growing houseplants,
Just like a house pet.

Unleashing my isolation,
With a lot of dissociation
Pouya May 10
Sitting in the crowd,
Let them think I'm crazy.

Let me let go of ego,
Let me drop that mask.

Power is within, now.
Freedom is here, now.

Am I crazy — or awake?
I'm feeling alive, now.
This poem was inspired by a real moment — I sat cross-legged on the ground in the middle of the city's chaos, letting go of the need to be seen a certain way. I allowed myself to be judged, maybe even seen as crazy. But for me, it was a raw moment of ego death and inner freedom.
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