Birds with the same feathers, we shall fly together, in prolific ways that make hearts flutter, and trees sway... howling, growling, growing. The redwoods deep with memories, their bark resiliently strengthening, their hearts. With nothing left to loose they had the option to finally choose, ego, or not. To be mindful, or to rot, to live, or to die...to give up, or to genuinely, try. Without question. Without sight. Without worry, without strife. Is this everything you dreamed of? If not, clear up your eye, the useful one that doesnt abide by program or design the one that lives inside, the beautiful parts of your mind, that only SILENCE will ever find. RE-MIND, remind yourself to shine.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 06:52:23 +0000
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