Where we go is what we will become.
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There's a lotus in the morning, that glisten and glows.
It opens with the rising light and echoes as it grows.
It radiates with essence, of delight and of delish.
It takes a master of perception, to see it through the mist.
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There's a fish in the water, swimming to and fro.
Making his way in the sea, coming and to go.
He doesn't think a thought of luck, or that of the day.
He only knows the one he is and continues on his way.
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The moon take a dive into the expanse of the night.
Only to find a way through the dark, advancing more than light.
It takes your hand and swallows you whole.
Find your way and save the day, you are on a role.
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the shift has shoved us beyond wherever the known used to be....
so we can't describe where we now are...
at least not until the bearings have been regained, if that ever comes at all.
the world vanished today.... and we've shifted from one world to another
and it's fallen away
and it will not be missed
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.No words for the fallen on this day.
Only the rising ones can catch a glimpse, hear the voice...
There will be no more thought of yesterday once this sentence has come to an end.
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The scent of apples and roses.
The ocean.
The clouds, white, crisp, deep.
Petals unfolding. In pink, in white.
Blooming.
Lotus.
The moonlight.
Presence.
Pillar of light.
Softness, like a minky blanket.
Dandelions.
The colors of blue.
And greens.
Vines. Tender, tranquil, spiraling upwards.
Darkness with stars unending.
A glowing.
Silver.
Breath.
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and the fire...must open it's doors
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The pockets of ivory are filled to the brim with pumpkin and nickles. Pumpkin for the seasons of air, and the nickles for the cost of tomorrow. Gather your belongings and yeet them across the yard. Only warriors follow the herd to the edge of the fields. And there, you will discover your name.
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