Quiet moment, undefined by worldly things
Anchored by the thoughts that float above on silent wings
(Reaches down to clothe our eyes in black, as if in dreaming
No difference between fullness and emptiness, being and nonbeing)
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Author:
Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 26th, 2017 07:02
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Comments2
Great write
Wow.
("Paint It black" -- The Rolling Stones).
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