What Still Remains

The morning after is quieter than the night before.
Nothing dramatic changes,
yet something within us has shifted.
We wake not lighter,
but more aware of what we choose to carry forward.


The poem follows

Morning does not erase the night.
It only teaches light
where to enter.

Some weight stays
not as burden,
but as reminder
that we survived yesterday
and woke up anyway.

The body remembers before the mind does.
A tired breath.
A slower step.
Hands that reach for familiarity
before ambition.

I move carefully now,
choosing what deserves my energy.
Not everything that asks for me
is owed an answer.

There is a quiet wisdom
in arranging the day gently
placing effort where it matters,
leaving space where it heals.

I am learning that living well
is less about carrying more,
and more about knowing
when to set things down.

Some mornings,
peace arrives unnoticed
in warm light across a table,
in stillness that doesnโ€™t demand proof,
in the simple act of beginning again.


Written in the pauses of everyday life,
where small comforts matter
and mindful choices still believe in kindness.

Pen by Zee


A gentle reminder to live with intention โ€” in our words, our spaces, and the things we choose to keep close.
This same philosophy shapes Jazeez Online and Zee Corner.

Letting Away Your Roots to Change the Fruits

Hi everyone,

Iย  am still in recovery mode from my hernia surgery and currently working on my next post

Letting Away Your Roots to Change the Fruits.

Here I am intending to discuss how changing the way we think, the way we have been grown up to achieve the success with the changing time and situations. As I myself have been through a lot of changes emotionally, physically and in another aspects of my life.

I invite you to comment and like my topic and if you have anything that I should add or mention in my post please do le me know. I am happy to mention credit by adding your name/blogsites for authenticity if required.

With the hope of getting your support and love, signing off for now.

Looking forward to hear from you all.

Thank you,

Zee

How to Make Any Task EASY: A Step-by-Step Guide to Success


E โ€“ Evaluate

  • Break down the task into smaller, manageable parts.
  • Identify challenges or obstacles you might face.


S โ€“ Simplify



Why EASY Works


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Mindfulness for everyday life

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“Whispers of the Silent Cries”

In the land of green hills and skies so wide,
Where oceans kiss shores and rivers glide,
Thereโ€™s a shadow cast on the brightest day,
Where the dreams of children slowly fade away.

“Whispers of the Silent Cries”

Tiny hands that should reach for the sun,
Grasp only hunger when the day is done.
Their laughterโ€™s quiet, their hopes concealed,
In a world where empty plates are never healed.

Beneath the stars, their beds of stone,
In houses broken, they feel so alone.
The warmth of love seems so far to seek,
When all they taste is the bitter and weak.

We speak of futures, of wealth and might,
Yet turn our backs on their endless night.
Where are the answers? Where is the light
For those who hunger, out of sight?

In the heart of Aotearoaโ€™s grace,
Are children longing for a safer place.
Their eyes reflect the pain untold,
A story written in streets so cold.

Compassion calls in whispers deep,
For the ones who starve, for the ones who weep.
Canโ€™t we offer more than just a sigh,
When the tears of the hungry fill the sky?

With every coin, with every hand,
We build a bridge from sea to land.
To lift the little souls so frail,
To let their dreams again set sail.

So let us stand, united, strong,
Against a world where wrong is long.
For every child, letโ€™s raise a song,
And promise them where they belong.

In the land of green hills and skies so bright,
May we banish hunger from the night.
With hearts of love, letโ€™s lift the gloom,
And fill their world with endless room.

For every child deserves the chance
To laugh, to love, to sing, to dance.
To feel the warmth of a life thatโ€™s free,
And rise above their poverty.