WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

The Gentle Bloom of Being

In valleys soft, where sunlight softly spills,
And silver streams a tranquil song impart,
A gentle hush, where peace the spirit fills,
A quiet joy, that blossoms in the heart.
Within, a tender grace, where kindness thrills,
A woven tapestry, where loved ones start.

With open hearts, and spirits gently stirred,
The soul's sweet whispers, in a peaceful flow,
Divine reflections, lovingly conferred,
Where gentle bonds of empathy bestow.
In life's soft cradle, every truth is heard,
And loving kindness makes our spirits glow.

Our search for solace, a serene pursuit,
Begins within, where gentle breezes play,
A tender garden, bearing fragrant fruit,
Where hope's soft light illuminates the way.
Though shadows fall, and doubts may take root,
Love's gentle presence brightens every day.

No earthly journey, taken all alone,
Can match the beauty of a shared embrace,
No heart need carry burdens, sadly known,
If gentle kinship fills each time and space.
For in our souls, a seed of love is sown,
And life's true beauty shines in every face.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI