inspiration
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Running, Running, Running in the cycles of Samsara
Do we know of nothing else? As the night falls along with my heavy eye lids, it seems as if no moment passes to the next as I reopen them to wake. Where does the time go? Some days are easier than others. This morning I reset my alarm about…
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Where has my poetry gone?
Looking through old works and times, I see the search for perfect words never seemed to slip my tongue. Where has my poetry gone? I hope to find them really soon under drawers of mispronunciation and soiled aged clothes. Yesterday, I did what I said I would. And luckily, I…
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It is Monday, oh dear, yes it is.
And today’s cloudy grey doesn’t seem to bother much. I began my morning in the shadowed dark as I lit my candles all around. It’s Monday; a day with no further schedule than usual other than wearing something a bit warmer than I thought. My Haku cries out the window…