Thursday, November 13, 2025

You Can Walk Around Pretending

Love, love, love this ode to poetry and the definition
of what it means to be alive, unique and amazing.

Isn't it so true we are all
"holding both a storm and a calm sea inside..."?

and
"thinking of ourselves as more mess than miracle"?

Let's always remember
"we are a living, breathing piece of poetry written to defy all cosmic odds."
Most particularly when everything around us seems
to be determined to drown that out."
Namaste'
 

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