The Stoic’s Poem
When in the present, Life moves incredibly fast; This may be why the egoic mind Attempts to perpetuate somberness, Because then time feels…
Read MoreWhen in the present, Life moves incredibly fast; This may be why the egoic mind Attempts to perpetuate somberness, Because then time feels…
Read MoreI held her hand until it regained warmth. I watered her with all of my tears but her breath wouldn’t seem to grow….
Read MoreMindfulness heightens all senses and grounds us to our root of just being – it strips down unnecessary suffering, conditioned thought patterns brought…
Read MoreI remember the feeling of being in love – the entwined smile of two souls that could quickly molt into bickering snarls within…
Read MoreBLACK SCREEN. Running is heard — the shuffle of feet zig-zagging through the woods. EXT. WINDMILL FARM – DUSK An old wooden sign…
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