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ZenArashi
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Like a starfish, life’s challenges may try to pull you apart, but with patience and resilience, you can always grow back stronger.
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🍃 I am Zen 💜💙

🍃My username means Calm Storm in Japanese. 

🌊 Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light. - Brené Brown

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The Awakening of Briar Rose
Poetry / by ZenArashi
Last post
 13 hours ago
...See more Beneath a sky, worn thin with night,   A thorned crown glimmers, Her slumber, a war-torn sea,   Drowned in the storm of memory. The prince arrives,   His sword of light illuminates,   Yet her lashes never flutter,   Her breath still caught in the rift.   The battle rages,   Between what was, and what is, Her mind a mirror, cracked,   Where ghosts flicker in the glass. Is this the end,   Or is this just the start,   To wake, but not forget,   To reclaim a fractured heart? As the thorns tremble,   Cracked by the roots of hope,   She rises,    No longer waiting for a prince,   A dame of her own story. And in the breaking of that quiet,   The nightmare recedes,   Not gone, but healed in pieces,   The roses blooming beneath her feet,   A garden woven from her scars.
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An Ode to A Starfish
Poetry / by ZenArashi
Last post
 Friday
...See more A glimmering star in the deepest sea,   No struggle too much to swallow it whole,   For in every rupture, in each tear,   A new form of beauty begins to appear.    The arms stretch, once frayed and torn,   Fingers reach toward the silken sky,   Each pulse, a breath of resolve reborn,   As fragments gather, and learn to fly.   The tide pushes with relentless force,   But patience is the anchor, still,   In every break, a hidden source,   Strength blooms in the quiet chill.   Each piece lost is not truly gone,   Shaped and sharpened, made more whole,   Like the starfish, we rise upon,   The trials that once claimed our soul.   Through pain, through bitter storms,   We grow in places once unknown,   Finding beauty in the new forms,   Stronger now, on our own.
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Delirium
Poetry / by ZenArashi
Last post
 March 1st
...See more In shadows thick with espionage,   A villain whispers in the dark Lurking thoughts that fight for space,   Like ancient fire, they leave their mark. A fighter stands, weary, but strong,   Heart split between wrong and right,   Her hands tremble with the weight of wrong,   As chaos turns day into night. Delirium dances in her head,   A twisted waltz of fear and shame,   The line between truth and lies is dead,   A storm of doubt, a flickering flame. She grasps for sanity, slips again,   The villain’s voice echoes vice,   But in the depths, a fighter’s pen,   Writes her truth amidst the lies. Each thought a battle, fierce, unkind,   Yet through the fog, a voice rings clear Good rises in a fractured mind,   A flicker of light that will not fear. 
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Winter’s Solace
Poetry / by ZenArashi
Last post
 February 15th
...See more I. The Breath of Winter Cold winds hum through the trees,   their barren branches weep,   the earth covered in frost,   as if time itself has frozen. I wander alone,   my thoughts wrapped in layers,   like the snow on the ground,   each flake a fragment of memory. A quiet ache lingers,   like a forgotten name   etched in the pale sky,   fading as the days pass. Yet, in this frozen silence,   I hear a distant murmur   the whisper of my soul,   still seeking, still yearning. II. The Weight of the Past Behind me, shadows dance   in the dying light,   flickers of old sorrows   that refused to die. I trace the lines of regret   with trembling fingers   the stories I never told,   the love I never spoke. Winter knows my heart,   knows the cold emptiness   that wraps me in its arms,   yet somehow, I feel alive. The past is a heavy coat,   but I wear it like armor,   protecting what’s fragile,   nurturing what is yet to come. III. The Search for Solace Where do I go from here?   What road remains to walk?   I search the silent sky,   wondering if the stars will answer. I close my eyes,   and listen to the wind’s song,   its melody soft and wise,   sung by the earth itself. In the stillness, I find solace, not in the answers, but in the questions,   the space between breath and thought,   where hope flickers like a candle. IV. Hope in the Cold The future is a distant light,   hidden in the folds of snow,   but it is there, I know a promise etched in the dark. I lift my head,   eyes tracing the horizon,   and though the storm rages,   I begin to trust the dawn. For even in winter’s freeze,   there is warmth to be found,   in the whispers of tomorrow,   and the strength to rise again.
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Whispering Shadow
Poetry / by ZenArashi
Last post
 February 13th
...See more I glance at you from the corner of the room,   a quiet flame in the flicker of dusk, Your laughter is a stream,   carving its path through silence,   and I, a river in waiting,   gather stones in my throat. I am a secret garden,   trembling beneath the weight of unsaid words,   my heart, a wildflower,   brushing against the wispy wind of doubt. Your name, a shadow on my skin,   pressing against the skin of my thoughts.   Minted memory warm and weightless,  like a rosy reverie on Sunday siesta.  In the stillness of your smile,   I burn quietly,   like the first ember before the fire,   a spark too shy to leap. I long to speak,   but my voice shivers like a falcon,    on the edge of a storm,   caught between the sky and the earth,   never knowing if it will soar or fall. I am a quiet song,   singing only to the stars,   waiting for your name to slip   from the tip of my tongue,   a confession caught in the undertow.   you are the silence that holds me,   the air too sweet to break,   and so,   I wait,   glancing at you from the shadows,   like a sunset no one dares to name.
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Silent Strength
Poetry / by ZenArashi
Last post
 February 9th
...See more Victory has a thousand fathers,   each one striding with chest puffed wide,   claiming the day, each breath a boast,   hands raised in golden light.   But defeat,   defeat is an orphan,   lost beneath the cold gray sky,   its name forgotten,   its echo silenced   by those who turned their backs. Yet, in the stillness of the night,   when the stars are scattered,   a quiet whisper stirs the air,   a hand unseen,   lifting you from the ashes of defeat.   For victory is loud and brash,   but defeat teaches where strength lies,   it calls for the quiet rise,   when no one else sees the scars.   So, hold the flame inside your chest,   though the world may walk away,   the orphaned road will guide you still,   in the darkness, you’ll find your way.
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A Sojourner’s Return
Poetry / by ZenArashi
Last post
 February 3rd
...See more In the mist of London’s gray,   I discover the joy of learning and yearning,   Surrounded by sea of familiar strangers,  yet I was a stranger to my own reflection.   Boston is my battlefield of sweet-sorrow,  Coffee stained stories told over  insomnia cookies and subway grates Here I exist, but I do not belong.   Now, I return,   to the familiar taste of rain,   yet I find myself a welcomed stranger,   Here I belong, but I do not exist.   I tried on languages like clothes,   but none have settled on my skin,  the zephyr whispering my name waiting to be claimed. 
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The Tempest
Poetry / by ZenArashi
Last post
 January 27th
...See more A tempest brews,   Dark clouds twisting,   Whispers of thunder crack   Through my sprawling sky. Raindrops fall,   Cold and sharp,   Each thought a droplet,   A weight,   A burden. Winds howl,   Raging through ,   The heart of the tempest,   The storm inside,   Unannounced, uninvited. But in the chaos,   A flicker,   A break in the clouds   A tiny, fragile light   Fighting its way through. I hold onto that spark,   Like a tree gripping roots,   Pushing against the gusts,    Bending,   But not breaking. I fight the tempest that lives inside,   clutching at calm, taming the tide.   With each thunderous flash, I rise rebuilding myself with quiet sighs. 
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