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I could speak it plain, with nothing to hide, No filter, no twist, just truth untied. It may strike you hard, like a heavy stone, But it's the path to what you’ve always known. Or I could weave it gentle, soft as air, With compassion’s thread, handled with care. Let the unspoken truth quietly unfold, So you can grasp it, steady and bold. May I hold the truth, wrapped it disguise, With words that hide and words that rise. I dress it up, half in light, half in shade, So I may shine in the mask I've made. Yet sometimes, with colors that aren’t mine, I paint the truth as a whispered lie. A canvas of hues, my created frame, Where truth grows dim and shadows claim. In the end, no matter how it’s spun, The truth will stand, when all is done. Whether in daylight or shadowed hue, It’s the path that will lead back to you.

We've all been there—attached to a thing, habit, or person, even though deep down, we know it's time to let go. Overcoming that attachment can seem impossible, and finding freedom from it feels like a distant dream. While many people can teach us how to love, very few can guide us on how to detach from that feeling. Yet, unloving is just as crucial and requires its own unique set of steps. Enter the Art to Unlove, a process that stands for Acceptance, Resilience, Trust, Tolerance, Understanding, and finally, Loving. Though not foolproof, these steps offer a pathway worth exploring for anyone seeking to break free from unhealthy attachments. Acceptance: Embracing Reality The first step in unloving is Acceptance. This means facing the truth head-on and acknowledging the reality of your situation. Whether it's a habit harming you, a thing you need to let go of, or a person who is no longer right for you, acceptance is about confronting these truths without resistance. By accep

Last night the moon and I conversed, I poured out my love for her, How I longed to soar the sky with her, To caress her cheek and bask in her glow, But she was distant and aloof. She sang only for the one called Sun. She was so drawn to his power, She spoke of his fiery blaze, How he lit up her silver soul and share his burning rays, how she always looked at him, but never touch his glow. I asked her why she loved him so, He was so far and bright, even he hid her in his light, The only way they can meet is when the world is in eclipse,  She replied  He was her fate, the one she couldn’t forsake I wondered if she ever knew, How much I loved her too, How I cherished her every hue, She never seemed to notice me, like I was never there. But in the end It's fine, I will somehow resigned. I will always come and listen to her woes about Sun Perhaps the love we both seek never comes true But I don’t wish to end this talk Let this dialogue continue.