Mind contorted in a plethora of ways. Twisting, merging, colliding. Reality runs further away with each step she takes. It is when the moon rises the thoughts come out to play. When the sun rises, they are tucked away.
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mlowe5 says: Likewise, a plethora of disentanglements must clarify the enlightenment of true reality that comes with the source of its light, rather than that of its reflector. "Mind-bedding" can be challenging. One. Peace and Love. |
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