eastern spirituality
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they said the worlds ending
yet I can’t stop planting trees. call it–false hope call it–love. I can hear the chants of running horses firey blaze setting the world on fire. they said the worlds ending and screams and cries all sound like the wings of scattered flies— can’t you hear the hum? the ground…
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Today it rained for the first time in a long time
and I’m happy to have made it. While early Saturday mornings are not my usual schedule, today I stumbled out of bed to turn off my alarm for work. At least it’s not for long. I’m sitting by my open window in the cool air, listening the downfall of rain…
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It’s an early Saturday,
And listening to the silent songs I found not too long ago has me thinking back. I remember lying in my bed of my grandmothers house, letting it wash over me. The chimes, the birds, the whistle of the wind; I wonder why I hadn’t heard it before—-felt it before.…