<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Senka Maya]]></title><description><![CDATA[Senka Maya]]></description><link>https://www.mayarasic.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2026 16:04:13 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.mayarasic.com/hr/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Himalaya]]></title><description><![CDATA[Faith is a concept of knowing the result Before the result happens In the space deep within Somewhere between the corner of my heart and my liver Lies a knowing of the path in front Softly I shatter the boundaries of old beliefs To let the little spark shine brightly My fears shrink to the size of a peanut Too stale to eat Too tasty to pass I chat with the imaginary futures With the roads unfolding Guided exclusively by inner wisdom Gathered through torture of the past We are all Once we look...]]></description><link>https://www.mayarasic.com/post/himalaya</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ddcb0b8946a7ddf470a868</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2026 05:08:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0fe3af_063d89ebb9544cbe940fd2ade0e6fadb~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Senka Maya Rasic</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[a 44 year old baby?]]></title><description><![CDATA[A few days ago was my 44th birthday. Unlike other birthday parties, my party lasted three days. Overflowing with cake, people, family, friends and wine, it was one to remember. Yesterday I finally got a chance to get back to work and realised: Girl, this ain't easy. See, a year ago a quit a steady high paying good company paycheck and ventured on this weird little art thingy I now call "work". In between now and then I tried doing various things to support my art career in real life. To name...]]></description><link>https://www.mayarasic.com/post/a-44-year-old-baby</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ce42d9f7044e6cf7a82aaf</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2026 10:50:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0fe3af_2d7adaa7dc56488abff20318675912e8~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_960,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Senka Maya Rasic</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I will plant flowers]]></title><description><![CDATA[I will plant flowers Where I grow Where my feet land I will sow a meadow Excuse the smell of Roses They are deliberate Planned Thought out Nurtured Through the Manure of the Past Fertilised By tears and regret Yes, they are pink Would you have Considered them Any other color? Yes, They have thorns. I left them in case The enemies approach. You know, The enemies… The ones who Gave you shit You had to process To make manure In the first place. So, I will plant roses As you watch them grow...]]></description><link>https://www.mayarasic.com/post/i-will-plant-flowers</link><guid isPermaLink="false">697dd6042b413b3ab9dac125</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2026 10:15:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0fe3af_5cde617d27d7447e9889ea31faee82d4~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Senka Maya Rasic</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A letter to my younger me]]></title><description><![CDATA[There is always a choice Left and right Up or down Stop Before you rush Into the unknown Guided exclusively By random feelings Of what is Feel the choice Let it sit in your Bones Pause Before you act There is always a Choice Rest assured If nothing else You can be sure of That]]></description><link>https://www.mayarasic.com/post/a-letter-to-my-younger-me</link><guid isPermaLink="false">697dd09fe735e801117ac7ef</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2026 09:53:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0fe3af_37426ad4d48b4aeebc0787776b65f0dc~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Senka Maya Rasic</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Pain]]></title><description><![CDATA[In a different life I would be surrounded By flowers On a soft meadow Within a castle Yet I am here On the sofa Amidst the Furniture Clothes and dishes  There is no point In dreaming I realize Life Has a way of Unfolding Mysteriously logical In it's own ways Without the option To fight the Path  Life is not court You can't plea To judge that you are Not guilty The punishment is The existence you Have  You can't ask the lawyer To defend you For smaller sentence The verdict is Existence You...]]></description><link>https://www.mayarasic.com/post/_pain</link><guid isPermaLink="false">697dc170afd4a3da350ea665</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2026 08:53:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0fe3af_5d413060a768431ab7cd2aea48f182a3~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Senka Maya Rasic</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Artist's hands / a poem]]></title><description><![CDATA[The poem has silenced Crumbled in the hands of "I am fine" I am un-pathetically "OK" So what is the point Of bleeding letters On this empty paper If the sorrow disappears The verse also leaves Empty are the hands Of a happy artist.]]></description><link>https://www.mayarasic.com/post/artist-s-hands-a-poem</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69438706321595a831acb6fb</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2025 04:48:17 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0fe3af_591275e179204892bde51ad3e56c30d6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Senka Maya Rasic</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>