I turned it all off
The tv and the phone
the noise
I turned it all off
because I forgot what was underneath
who are we when we peel back the layers of conditioning?
who are we when we breathe in our thoughts without distraction?
turn it all off and see
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Salamanders (
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Noise is such a distraction and interference whether the static of our head or outside noise of society. A lovely write
Excellent write, I loved it!
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