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The Fool
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Quiet Mind
Understand to forgive.
Live, and let Live. Allow the river, It's right to flow. Rocks inspire undulation. A story I've come to know. The beauty of each wave, when the turbulence is slowed. Understand this moment. Grow, and let go.
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Radical Dreamer
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i love it man, straightforward yet beautifully crafted
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The Fool
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The sky is darkness. From which the light was pulled. There was no anthem, only a cold chill. We run like the south pole heading to the northern novelty. A circle emerges. Digestion.
Shown symbols of reflections. Reflections of ideas and concepts. Fruitless attachments. Struggling to resurface. Too late now. Digestion. Simple metabolisys, abstract consciousness. Craving the candle wax, the fuel. I've got the fire. I is back. So much for digestion. Who am I to say, who am I to speak? Shuttering indecision. To lend these hands for their demands. Do what they tell me. Who are they to speak. So many voices, on an isolated island. Where do the possibilities end. Is this entertainment or entrapment? The click-click, whiiirrr, of the camera reel. Knowing this will all be recorded. Observed. To burn it all, and give it back to the sky. To burn it all and give it back to the sky. That is where true light is. I must pay homage to chaos. Make my pilgramage to eat the sun. I couldn't get enough. Digestion. Are stars born again? You could have built a temple, but now we have to pick up the pieces of your digestion. R.I.P. - J.R. You left us J.R. son of a god, one with god, gave it up for this. I admire your heroic nature, your accidental discovery but it was nothing new. Gotta let this go somehow, had to project it out.
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