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Being You

Feb 11, 2023
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By Pooja Pasricha


It's all in the comfort of being,

that beauty lies.

Steadfast and solid like a tree.

It's in the stillness of being,

that peace is found.

Calming like the lapping waves of the ocean, softly kissing the shores.



It's in the glory of being,

that radiates joy,

Resplendent; glowing likes the sun,

warming hearts and the hearth in its embrace.

To love yourself ;

to being who you are;

there is no greater truth.

When you rejoice yourself,

you will begin to live.


By Pooja Pasricha



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