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one wonders through it all, at the quiet moments in the day
not much happens, there are sounds, if the aren't there, they will come
if they don't come
i will not speak to that, because I am like an acorn, noble and of nature
i don't speak to much
stomach, you speak, you seem in touch
yonato there
in moonlight, dutch, and yodelling
in the hills
i eat of the air like the limerical wise ones
and walk into the forest
which is why words, or expression is the true religion, what could inspire one to make the marks or the motions of sounds to cause a certain
effect in the world? this is what all creation is about, in all its forms all vibration and do their thing and play their part
we are and we do, though I am schizophrenic I refuse to be passed on to the ways of those who raised me, who are not even my parents
but by magic have stolen me, because I am a fairy changeling, what for beings like myself?
You come by dream to the right place, your soul begins to heal itself, you know are different course
like the winding river, but in the end, it comes from the same yearning, and it is the same doing, everyone is there
though we see it from many sides of the same moment,
and in the ways of magic one learns a mystical existence, which is the truth, steeped even unknowingly, so the energies around, what do
they represent, though they have changed, life itself
that is the true meaning, life for the sake of life
for the bettering of life, for the harmony, for the joy, for the love, the enjoyment, the beauty
and these things, with their twists, and with their expansive all inclusiveness, bringing even from places of seeming humbleness
the greatest virtue and simple wisdom, such is the universe which we inhabit
and the law of wabi sabi, which is some going with the way of things, which we are after all
who can say what is what? who can even say it is clear at all, it just suddenly is
thats all
but that is everything
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