The rise and fall of identity
We are filled…
It could only be laughter!
Walking in the forest…
A song written through Walter
Let’s talk about nothing….
May your eyes remain prescription free
with no lenses added to change what you see
When I first saw the butterfly
I was captivated by it’s beauty,
desire rising to possess it,
a thing to be owned
Viewing the world, I use eyes to see,
all that appears, separate from me…
We gather and sit,
physically distant yet
closer than a bearhug
He who binds himself to a joy does the winged life destroy.
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