a small token of kindness (29th August 2021)
when the day like the fresh skin of spring comes to the eye, naked and shy, there is a distinction like that of the earth and the roots of the sky. present is light, also its shadow and there is a firm film of growth therein that remains asleep to the world.
in this haziness, there is a movement that occurs certainly, but uncertain it happens to seem to the world. in the thousands of agonies and the delicately wrapped canvas, there is a lamp that sits and awaits the freedom to bleed; tickling the clock to slit its own throat.
such is the case of the sun that derives a meaning of death from its life. in existing, there is an excitement. in dying, there is power. there is a life of duality in the hands of mortals.
like the sun that exists as a shadow and dies as a whole piece.
it breaks to form and forms to break.
it is in the fog the universe waits and waits eagerly to feel itself a little more daringly than usual. there is a harmony, a secretive symphony between what is known and what is unknown that frames the minds of those alive.
therefore, allow the haze to remain where it is; as it is. like the sun that comes through an undefined sky, there will come in your path a fulfilling blessing. until then, hold your hand open to the mess, let it be itself and paint your mind with its pattern.
some blessings are unseen, and they reside like the hidden roots of a tree in the vastness of what remains unperceivable to the heart. let the haze cloud over you, let it be free.
there is more often than not satisfaction beyond description in being a prisoner. not everything has a plain explanation. there is in the prison a little more of life that you can experience.
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