Connection > Attachment
Build not with clinging hands, But open palms that understand— Connection is the sacred thread, Not a tether, not a dread. No need to bind or cage or claim, Love is free, not ruled by name. Let moments bloom, then let them go, Like rivers that were meant to flow. Attachment fears the fading light, It grips, it holds, it starts to fight. But true connection knows its place— It leaves, it lingers, it leaves no trace. If silence comes or paths divide, Don’t chase what’s pulling from your side. Not every link was meant to stay, Some were gifts along the way. So build with depth, not heavy chains, Let presence dance through joy and pains. And when connection fades or ends, Bow gently, breathe, and make amends. The soul is not a net to cast— It thrives in freedom, not the past. No attachments. Just be true. And let what is meant to flow, flow through.
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