spiritual
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The rain whispered me back to sleep
How can I avoid such beautiful times, under the whispers of the rain and dark morning skies. They sing me sweet songs, secrets from above; singing so softly, the hymns of their love. How can I awake from these beautiful tides forcing me back to sleep, forcing to close my…
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Where does time go when there’s none to exist?
I watched a canopy of yellow smog slowly make it’s way over my city this morning and it hasn’t left since. Under the amber light of the sun forcing it’s way through, I continued with my day in motion and production. I eventually found my way home through the dust…
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When the journey calls, do you answer?
When I left home to start my adventure, I knew it was an action I had to take. Ever since, I’ve traveled down many roads. I’ve lived lifetimes within years and to this day, I start them over again. I may be embarking on a new journey and when I…
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How can I be so hateful?
There’s something interesting about the spiritual path. The further you dive deep, the more you realize how much this reality is a paradox. People begin to follow this route looking for happiness and maybe emotional freedom. Sometimes they get that—to a certain extent. But most of the time, you fall.…