there can be no end or beginning, nothing happens in a split second, or the blink of an eye, for everything has a place, and everything is enveloped into the circle, and duality of all phenomenon, nothing can begin without having been before, and nothing can end without transferring again. Even when something seems to have happened suddenly, it has always had some occurrence of events before, to bring it to the point at which one is at.
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In the Garden of Solitude
T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig...
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good days and bad, waves of emotions blending into each other, fueled by loneliness, caffeine, stress, worry and overthinking, trying to f...
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T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig... -
There are so many addictions out there, but why??? I think primarily it has to do with peoples inability to enjoy the silence of the present...
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