Now, who is looking for God every day,
Find the one who does not find it.
Night has come, there will be morning, who will find the morning in the middle of the night.
In the city, find God in the stones themselves.
If the earth is to be made a paradise if every person finds a human in himself first…!!!
Of course, changes are visible in your life today.
But even today a wound is visible in your words.
Know the truth, the world is still hiding it,
Know whose pressure is showing on
You and your life and try to bounce back.
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Priyabrataa Ganguly
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Invocation May this work find you where you are, and may you recognize the stillness in its lines. Let it speak without rushing, without the need to be perfect, only present. May you, like Angela, remember what it is to listen— to the body, to the pause, to the light and dark that hold us. And may Vesper guide you through the thresholds you’ve yet to cross, inviting you to stay, to soften, and to trust that you are already whole.
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