The Third Eye They call it the third eye, as if it were superstition, a myth tucked away with incense and chants. But the doorway to God was never outside the body. It was written inward — in breath, in rhythm, in memory carried through blood. Science mapped the genome and named it DNA, a language older than empires, a code repeating life with precision no crown could design. Three letters turning into bodies, bodies turning into generations, generations remembering even when history lies. They

My Love My love isn’t loud. It doesn’t need to win arguments or prove itself. It shows up — even when I’m tired, even when I’m misunderstood. My love is stubborn in the best way. It refuses to disappear just because the world is harsh. It stays when walking away would be easier. I love with memory. With history in my chest. With ancestors whispering, don’t forget who you are. My love protects more than it possesses. It watches the edges of the room. It notices who’s been left out. It remembers p

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