A quiet reading
Every day, Life serves you a feast. Moments, emotions, experiences They fill your plate, Sometimes too quickly, Sometimes too much. And like a meal eaten too fast, You don’t always taste it. You don’t always allow it to nourish you.
The days pass, The moments accumulate, And soon you are full Not with joy, But with the heaviness of the undigested. You wonder why you feel stuck, Why you feel heavy, But it’s not your body that’s bloated It’s your spirit.
You must take time to digest. To sit with your experiences, To break them down into pieces you can understand, Into nutrients for your soul. For if you don’t, They will sit inside you, Weighing you down, A backlog of emotions and thoughts That have nowhere to go.
And just as the body needs time to digest food, Your soul needs time to digest life. Meditate. Reflect. Let the fire of your awareness Burn away what no longer serves you, And transform the rest Into wisdom, Into love, Into growth.
For life is not meant to leave you bloated, It is meant to nourish you. But only if you take the time To truly taste it.
Take a moment before choosing what comes next.
“Every day,
Life serves you a feast.
Moments, emotions, experiences
They fill your plate,”
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This curated edition is shared as personal artistic expression, not medical, financial or relationship advice. Sacred names and traditions are approached with respectful poetic or devotional context.
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