“Dear human,modern incarnatefor a brief moment.Neither of the angels,neither of the demons.Dear human,you, where evil and light wrangle,on some daybreak, will awakento remember the reasonof this existence.Meanwhile, dear human,through the twists and turnsyou know that you belong hereand through this wounded lifetime,teach others to heal...-Tara Estacaan, "Dear Human", June 2016”
“Dear human,modern incarnatefor a brief moment.Neither of the angels,neither of the demons.Dear human,you, where evil and light wrangle,on some daybreak, will awakento remember the reasonof this existence.Meanwhile, dear human,through the twists and turnsyou know that you belong hereand through this wounded lifetime,teach others to heal...-Tara Estacaan, "Dear Human", June 2016”
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“silence in the lightover thick bamboo leaves, the sunmagical yellow- Tara Estacaan, Day's Crown Haiku”
Tara Estacaan“Beautiful Oneyou'll graspone dayjust how sufficientand goodyou are as you are. Title: SUFFICIENT, Tara Estacaan”
Tara Estacaan“Soft sunlight tall treeswoodsmoke impressions summery cuestossed onthis dainty patch of my recluse.~ Poem Title VERS LIBÉRÉ, Tara Estacaan”
Tara Estacaan“Dear human,modern incarnatefor a brief moment.Neither of the angels,neither of the demons.Dear human, you, where evil and light wrangle,on some daybreak, will awakento remember the reasonof this existence.Meanwhile, dear human,through the twists and turnsyou belong hereand through this wounded lifetime, teach others to heal...Tara Estacaan, 'Dear Human”
Tara Estacaan“Dear human,modern incarnatefor a brief moment.Neither of the angels,neither of the demons.Dear human,you, where evil and light wrangle,on some daybreak, will awakento remember the reasonof this existence.Meanwhile, dear human,through the twists and turnsyou know that you belong hereand through this wounded lifetime,teach others to heal...-Tara Estacaan, "Dear Human", June 2016”
Tara Estacaan“QUIETUDELet this silence becomea celebration, my rainbow shining that couragecelestial diamonds scatter in darknessmy starlight reaching, engulfing bringing sacred laughterto the innermost. Grace.The whole pointof my refrain.”
Tara Estacaan“MORNINGTIDEThe wonderful works of morningtidebring the sight of luminous whiteness,a breathing whimsyamong wind-tossed sprigs of green.”
Tara Estacaan“They who laugh the hardest are the same ones who have fought the toughest.The winner, though fraught with scarsstands alone,wholly victorious.”
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