brainfarts
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On the Road
*a brainfart* We are all on the road. You, me, the woman walking over there, the man in the rear seat on the bus, everyone you see, everyone you do not see. All are on the road. His road, her path, each and every journey of each and every person is different. All beginnings and… Continue reading
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String your violin with my heartstrings
*a poem* String your violin with my heartstrings, and play the world a tune. Stroke a song of love, of longing, of deep sadness, of soaring joy. Fill the world with vibrations shimmering in the night air, sounding from the soaring heights of the mountain to the soft stillness of the valley. Calm the hearts… Continue reading
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You do not have to be hard
*a brainfart* You do not have to be hard to be strong. Consider wind, consider water. Oh, how mountains tremble before them. Continue reading
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A slowly bending curve
*a brainfart* Life is a slowly bending curve, one formed by many small changes. From a distant vantage life can seem to be a smooth flow of events, as though an innate force continually dampens the bumpiness. Up close, life is often more of a bumpy road: rutted, pitted with holes, full of muddy sections,… Continue reading
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The Box
*a brainfart* Inside the box are the things you know. Or think you know. Or wish you knew. Or wish you did not know. Outside the box is the world. Live inside, or outside, but do not confuse one for the other. Continue reading
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The End Goal
*a brainfart* Love is the end goal. It is the music of our lives. There is no obstacle that enough love cannot move. Continue reading
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When a Bird Flies
*a brainfart* When a bird flies overhead I wonder about the view it has. Does it realize, does it understand, what it sees? Does it ever gaze down in wonder, like a young child with their nose pressed to the window during their first flight? Continue reading
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