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      <image:title>Philosophy - ABOUT LAMA</image:title>
      <image:caption>Meet The Host - Lama Sujata Sujata is a Tamang-born Vancouverite who has been immersing herself in the Vancouver volunteering community since 2015. She is passionate about social entrepreneurship and telling stories, and hopes to create a safe space for migrants and refugees to share their narrative with the world. Currently, working within the business financial services, she loves to meet new people, explore new eateries and build long lasting relationships both for professional networks and interpersonal mingles. With her podcast, Sujata is building a platform for refugees and migrants to share their experiences. Her goal is to provide alleviation from the heavy burden that comes with living in and adapting to a whole new culture. "I want it to be a safe place to share their ups and downs, and hopefully give the audience an inspiring message to move forward and see that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.   I don't expect that it's going to be the next big thing but just going to put it out there saying 'Hey this is the work that I've done and by the end of this I will be able to listen deeply to the challenges of deep existing systemic problems and assumptions in Canada." Be a dreamer, a darer and a doer</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Tobias Keene, D.D.S. Hailing from Richmond, Virginia, Dr. Tobias Keene brings a bit of unabashed Southern hospitality to all his patients. He moved to Washington, D.C. over thirty years ago as a freshman at Ivy College. Right after graduation, he attended World University’s School of Dentistry. Before opening Keene Dental in 1994, he worked for free clinics and some of the finest practices in the District. He is part of the 123 Dental Association and stays up-to-date on the latest dental discoveries. When not striving to keep his patients happy and healthy, he’s enjoys hiking with his family in Rock Creek Park.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Poetry - Memory of a Child</image:title>
      <image:caption>still in awe and wonders no care for the world, no ponders running around made me happy foolish laughs, full smiles rusty cheeks, clothes so tacky champions I strove to be for marbles and play cards who gets to school first who has the whitest shirt the one listening to english songs is coolest kid on the block ice cream was a treat TV time was elite outside was where we meet radio was the next hip thing the gentle soul awakening full of force, full of dreams phases of extremes jumping backwards or jumping while running absorbing feelings… exploring meanings…</image:caption>
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      <image:title>enigma - Enigma I envied her, “So lucky you are For you’re free-falling For you’re this enthralling.” And she whispers Don’t see but feel The depth of my leap Pureness of this whiff The melody so deep Let you envy but listen my love To the rain that bore me flow For listening will help you grow! You think she was just one kind? Either a downfall  Or a beautiful sunshine But darling Didn’t you care enough? It’s not one or the other She’s everything combined She’s not only the calm before the storm So long She’s both the calm  And the storm!    She made him her poetry When he made her his art And to this day did she realize All that mattered  Was how fulfilled she lived When she had a chance For all little moments For done dates and romance For  That she thought didn’t really  For all the chances she took For wild romances she shoos  For the choices she made  For all the people she moved For dreams she dreamt Makes who she is, it sure is meant!  #thoughts #feelings #reflections #wheretonow #seeker #lostwonders #writings #soundofnature #thoughtsinwriting #wordsofwisdom #positivity</image:title>
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      <image:caption>You're lonely, yet you want to be alone. I stare at the walls I stare at the ceilings Hundreds of people I recognize None to share my feelings Big dreams, big goals Is there a meaning? Or any worth in leaning? Or end to this dreaming? Hues of Grey and Blue Ask me questions of woe So petty, so cruel What have you accomplished so far? What could you do? To have lived that life on your terms To do what you wanted to And here I stare again Dumbfounded and overpowered Sleepless one o'clocks, longer showers Binge-watching shows for hours Recoiling into shyness, being a coward Nowhere want to be seen Running on emptiness, deeply scoured You are lonely, yet you want to be alone Speech is a burden, I'll go back to my comfort zone Pausing dozen times a day, passing time along Ruminate what I would say, where I do belong Self-perpetuating cycle of pitiness and withdrawn Default state of loneliness, oh what a shitstorm!</image:caption>
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      <image:title>the half filled cup - Half filled cup</image:title>
      <image:caption>A conflict between fear and curiosity An enigma for a country bumpkin in a city thousands of thoughts through lately thoughts that I make and thoughts that make me actions that I never took resolutions that couldn’t fruit emotions that wavered without much truth convictions that weren’t pursued so what are you trying to do? who are you trying to please? is this try even worth it? or is it just your inner greed? the half empty cup says, you know what shut down, just be nothing do nothing. feel nothing seek nothing. see nothing the half filled cup however says Yes, thoughts are going to daunt you And failure is going to haunt you yes, sometimes all you’ll do is sigh Run to a corner and just cry But, the next day after a good cry you’re still gonna wake up so pick yourself up and look up the sky bid good bye to the swollen eye the universe is pulling you back just to bring a new hope of joy to shoot you forward and up high to fly</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Two birds are sitting on the wire wonder what they’re chirping about how the crisp of air is chilly this morning how leaves are changing colours, ready to wither Perhaps the chitchat goes beyond like things about raising their own or finding a new home for fall is falling and fodder is scarce kids are gonna be alone the other one says, let’s chirp our best finds friends, try’n protect our nest the season is beyond our calling so is next few months of gloominess rather let’s brace ourselves survive together this withering mess the first one sings aloud; it’s the part of circle it’s the baggage of being let’s hope my friend we enjoy this swing learn to endure when empty learn to flap our wings tweedle tweedle my friend winter is coming see you at the other end when our homes are green again. tweedle about the harsh days as the sun shines, we’ll meet again</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>So what You cry to yourself some nights So what You shed tears, keeping up with the fight Sometimes with nothing Sometimes with all your might So what One day, there’s misery Next it’s a starlight mind you average people would feel the same you’re the same average just going through the phases You know way too little about this world tending to worry a lot and contemplate self-burdened by good results wishing everything turn out to be great so what the world is moving faster so what it’s different than yesterday don’t be too hard on yourself not everyday is mayday heyday it’s okay to pause and reflect it’s okay to refresh and reconnect let go of your pride to protect maybe that’s the only way to leap forward self-correct and self-respect</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>A box to another A job to another slowly the words stutter bouncing back and forth to suffer how entrapped this soul feels how responsibility has had me kneel in the middle of looking for self take a farther route, climb a steep curve hill the fee was indeed outstanding, it’s overdue I hope I’m able to Pay back the people who birthed you to be a good daughter and be the son too until this body toils, until my fidelity runs through i live in self-defeating fear will the day come when I can breath some air? will everything pass in life? be it stranger or near dears as long as you persevere?</image:caption>
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      <image:title>How I wished! - How I wished! in between those talks In between those caress I found grazes, found my woe  Found the love I am seeking for  Found it was you This was me and that were you  Thoughts, words, laughs &amp; caress With all you shared we both knew.. Parallel are our paths, bounded by oaths, this was me and there were you, Unspoken feelings were everything in between! Amidst our journey I wish we could build a bridge Where sometimes we can meet And greet And break that oath  Be careless and breathe How I wish!  A wish to build an invisible bridge.  Unite our paths and parallelism.  Create this magic whenever we meet Our gaze fall deep in love every time we greet.  Bridge that makes us complete. Oh my wish!</image:title>
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      <image:title>2018 Aspirations - 2018 Aspirations</image:title>
      <image:caption>Note to thyself, Journey to MNNA 2018 My intent for this year the goal to make it best year of the years to make nearer near and dearer dear for I had been through lots of triumph and failures some embraced, some resisted all of them experienced, wilted and adhered but, 2018 please be the best! January decides to reconcile all polarities all those fears, insecurities, her disparities evoked of who she actually is those weaknesses, countless flaws and vulnerabilities February decides to embrace all those imperfect blunders indulged instincts unforgettable moments impulses, roller coaster &amp; wonders March discovers herself that was like never before she decides to leave everything behind she felt her feelings minded my own mind caressed her own sentiments learn this wisdom that she is of her own kind Oh May! Oh May has been rigorously feisty unwillingly demanding and damn thirsty she hit herself to the bottom rock pushed her, leaving her crushed &amp; dusty but that's where she found her grounded roots that's how she found her greater good to being herself and coming back hence, June decides to begin this very path do the hardest thing and have scary conversations be a paradox, an open book to wonder fulfilling tiny little hastiness July faces pleasures and dismays she decides to be happy to be blessed to enjoy the present and to be thankful take the most out of it fringe with grace 'Coz future is uncertain but living in the moment is not! that's the kind of life she craves that's how she decides to be brave take every fall but still stand tall be a warrior, a path finder  be a little audacious, but little more kinder she wills to be it all 'coz the best thing about bravery is even a little is enough...</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Sparkly eyes for a better life elated for skyscraper lights daydreaming the life of west as if home was a ugly place such was the fantasy of moving west living life to my very best do more and care less my trough and my crest Moved at 21, with hopes and dreams adventure of a lifetime it seemed the excitement, that aspiration the glimmer that gleamed but who knew, that thrill was honeymoon wilting away after a full bloom for this world was bigger than expected cutting your whole existence open all of a sudden, too well and too soon the only way to breath is wrapping your soul into a cocoon face the reality, I talk to thyself this is the world you live in where materialism is how you make sense being authentic is a trend your social circle, you values and your friends boast to blend, play pretend did the change maim you? have you lost the sight? the girl who stood proud are you still that soul with sparkly eyes? do you still stand out from the crowd? after a few years, has it died? are you worn out? Or has the fiery spirit survived?</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Closure - Closure</image:title>
      <image:caption>Finding ends, finding means A heavier sigh, a silent scream A lonelier path than it seems Why am I caught in a broken beam? So these verses are for you Oh my almost lover My almost happened to be other My wishes and guilty pleasure My dream that almost came true So it's time I let you go No more turns, no more sore No more shedding tears Behind closed doors Ending the loop of rumination Finally its time to be over We may never know why The reason we seek closure Whatfor those ridiculous tries Sour game of truth and lies In the end, just to find The reason to say goodbye No more if's, no more why's You have moved on, so will I</image:caption>
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      <image:title>free love - Free Love</image:title>
      <image:caption>Stop trying to be somebody else I just want to love you Love you for free You, who I lose my sanity to With the freedom of loving someone endearingly and endlessly I suddenly wanted to say what I wanted to How you’re being loved You’ll never realize How happy, how grateful, how carelessly without any limit, neither an end generously and graciously for that just one person willing to go greatest lengths putting entire heart and effort to it yearning for everyday romance to feel the soul, to burn the flames to touch the body, spirit so immense that’s how liberal love would feel unbiased, unsparing and still where logic won’t work, mind not so keen yet breathing is tranquil, being is serene…</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Tears falling after a tough day Where exactly am I headed to? I though I had suffered enough But looks like It’s still a long way to go As if I’m alone in this wide world As if no one is willing to empathize these feelings unfold When I close my eyes I imagine the look of myself Tell thyself Do not be tired Instead, stop for a while Tell thyself To never-ending darkness That doesn’t seem to leave If you can leave me I’ll be able to open up The mellow maturity of grief Among happy and smiling people The only person with lost expression I’m just a stranger Empty chats, thoughts full of confusion Did I run forward mindlessly for sometime? Now that my dreams have gotten so far away? Will this endless sadness ever end? Will there be a time when days of sunshine feels warm again? I’ll become my full self And the stars will keep shining Those are the dreams that keeps me alive That I keep dreaming Am I a fool? That’s what it feels like Not knowing I can’t be myself One day I may realize After I open my eyes I’ll become my full self And the stars will keep shining Those are the dreams that keeps me alive That I keep dreaming On someday, sometime at some place Will my little world finally smile? The journey of life, so called life Will it be easy just for a little while?</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The world is too much with us Late and soon Getting and spending We lay waste our powers Little we see in nature that is ours We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The sea, she bares her bosom to the moon The wind that will be howling at all hours And are up-gathered now like sleeping flower For this For everything Have we realized? We are out of tune It moves us not Oh higher power, I’d rather be A pagan, a heathen, an atheist Suckled in a creed outworn So might I standing on this pleasant lea Have flashbacks and glimpses That would make me less forlorn Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea A gasp from Anemoi wheezing his breeze Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn</image:caption>
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