Away from all that can be seen is another world, a place
where the beat of your chest rotates around the seasons and smiles make sense
for good reason. A world where people give without gluttony and opening yourself
is thought of as noble, not weak. An existence
where attaining disposable wealth isn’t thought of as the measure of success,
but rather peace is supreme.
I don’t want to be your friend if you are mean. I don’t want
to talk to you if you can’t use your words. I have moved to a place from which
I don’t leave – an almighty place where I have challenged myself to let go of
all that rests on my shoulder and brings my scapula to lift and be sore.
The broken hearted will mend, the broken spirited die young
when they find no purpose beyond repetitive nature. Burden is better to put down then carry. Quiet mind comes through resignation of control. Let change flow.
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