from spaciousness
to this.
from perfect clarity
to dark abyss.
from rejection of rhyme
to rhyming riffs.
bird song in the morning
falls on absent ears
deafened once more
by the inner tempest
from spaciousness
to this!
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the inseparability of life ... each moment bestowing some quality that continues to guide us or haunt us ... sometimes the same thing.
thanks.
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Clever!
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and the "return" to innocence. and so when we have travelled we find that we have returned to there from which or where we began. this a paraphrase from somebody i cannot now name but still lives within me.
nicely done !
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