dharma
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The bumps on my arms raise at words of wonder
No matter how silent, how still, I can hear the calling of Wonder. Come to me, come to me, it sings and hums. My family asks why I left home so early to which my response is, can’t you hear it too? The calling, it’s so loud. In the stillness…
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I’m trying my best
Things are getting busier this time around and I’m trying my best. I can’t really say or do anything else other than that. I have to remind myself to do my duties because it is the work that needs to be done. It is what’s being asked of me. I…