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Out of all the things I've grown and created and harvested in my 23 years being alive...nothing has borne greater fruits of labour than the cultivation of my inner peace. It brings a calm like no other to be able to remember that all that exists it the eternal perfection of a still moment and all turmoil created around it is what I chose to.
Good thread.
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God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
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