I feel your pain
in my stomach deep in my womb at the center of the cave of my heart day after day we toil to pay for generation after generation of unconscious thinking doing being hell we're mad and sometimes it feels like this world is spun out of this thread of mindless pain woven into unsympathetic chaos so how do we untangle and reweave given our sick and poor raw materials? look closer and you'll see the glitter of some small potential a hope sometimes so ridiculous its mere existence shows the existence of something deeper and so we go deeper into the mind into nature into reality into All That Is And somehow feeling the pain is both the way out and the way in to a deeper way of living as a prayer for the dying and beyond *original poem by Summer Starr, July 2015
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AuthorWild Lotus Living is me, Summer Starr. Here I share my personal musings and resources on my own path of unfolding Archives
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