Section 2 – Simplicity and Beauty

Section 2 – Simplicity and Beauty

Section 2 Introduction

Hoping that I didn’t miss one bit of the potential or even one bit of the mundane. The closer I looked the more patient I became. Why not hang out for a while? Of course, we all had places to be but even these few seconds are just as important, right? The exploration lets me appreciate the sights. The experience evolves just as the moment does, both keeping up with the expansion with a surprisingly relative ease.


Section 2 – Simplicity and Beauty

The First Reflection

The surrounding storefront lights reflecting off of her hair, the invisible pressure from the wind pushing around my coat. The ocean currents were different in this part of the sky. 

Patient and also genuinely curious. The intricacies disappear, and I can only see the faded hues of the echoes in front of me. Chasing a feeling and running directly into synchronization. I didn’t know if I was exactly meant to understand it, but honestly just being along for the ride was fun enough for me. The ocean currents were a little further away in this part of the sky, this gave me a chance to watch the clouds form different shapes and see the different shadows that were cast over the area. As alone as I sometimes felt elements of synchronization would always appear somehow. The pour of electricity, magnetic among other things.

Section 2 – Simplicity and Beauty

Poem

The pour of electricity highlights the connections.

The heart forever arcs overhead, if only my eyes could catch a glimpse of it just once. Falling into the potential of the synchronization. A tilt in the flame, we reflect and our cups catch pieces of the lighting pour. A glance out of the window and the magic of the echoes that come back from the other side. Could you wait for me just a little longer? I couldn’t bear missing a thing, not during this light show. I was surprised that I still had the tickets. I was still somewhat surprised that I had even received some. The feeling of being left out decides to take a day off.

But mustn’t we keep up with the winds of the shuffle? Content with where I am, but I often find myself staring off into the distance and feeling some sort of connection. The heart arcs in the distance. Not only for the path but also because there seems to be some sort of connection between everywhere I am and the distance. 

Further away from the distance and back into the moment. A mirror, but a mirror and a reflection that leads somewhere else. The heart arcs overhead, but we all looked up too late. But when I saw all of us look in that direction I felt a tilt in the compass.

I was often caught up in the simplest of intrigues. I often struggle to step outside of what is in front of my eyes. I began to see more of the reflections awareness. Unconcerned but forever curious, the wonder carries us to the path of discovery.

Section 2 – Simplicity and Beauty

The Second Reflection

Fresh air followed the cold water. The ocean currents were different in this part of the sky. The curtains open upon the rope pull. The horizon’s eye sees the potential within the marble, letting the moment sculpt itself along with the winds from the shuffle. The nature of the fire around here didn’t really seem to be destructive. The flames here only seemed to get brighter through the tilts in the compass. The flame on my shoulder became heavier as my eyes became wider, “whoa… this is what they designed?” As the machine powered up it sounded like nothing I had ever heard before, or was that just my imagination?

I headed off to gather the rest of my things. The reflections would sometimes appear at speeds that seemed almost impossibly fast. Though often warm, this time the winds from the shuffle began to cool the air. The glitter on the water’s surface seemed to change positions as we traveled. The magnetics of this atmosphere waved us across the finish line while simultaneously letting us know when the race would start.

Bit by bit and piece by piece, open windows and open fields of grass. Insect wings, and hummingbird hearts. Magnetic among other things. Some of the blends make the reflections grow brighter. Feathers and parachutes are among the heavier items here. The different moments of feelings often mirrored the different moments of transformation. 


“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, 
Cloud Atlas

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

Section 1 – The Basics of the Feeling and the Moment

So there is a project/small book that I’ve had on my computer for a while and I was supposed to put it out a long time ago, so I figured that I should release it before we move forward and the blog starts to focus more on meditation. There are 7 sections to the entire project. I’ll release each section one at a time then from there we’ll mostly focus on meditation. I’ll try to continue the (A few more poems) section next time or possibly even after I post the entire project, it will take me a while to gather up some other poems that I think would be good recommendations. Thanks for reading. 

Introduction  

A simple look at the moment and a simple feeling within the heart. The adventure that sits within each moment, the energy that heightens the basic, that same glow is coming from all around us. Neglectful with how I use my speed, haste unnecessarily accompanies some moments. But mustn’t we keep up with the shuffle? Nonchalant as time strolls by. The beautiful is the mundane. Lost in the moment again, I am often sidetracked but the glow always eventually catches my eye.

Slowing down only long enough to realize what I may have missed, only long enough to valet my scuba gear and continue on to the tour. Here’s to each nothing nestled in the infinite that we’ll never get a chance to swoon over. Getting to know humanity one experience at a time and one feeling at a time.

Mustn’t we keep up with the shuffle? To experience, to feel, to live is art within itself. The moment stretches and expands, and before I knew it, the journey had begun. Getting to know the moment, getting to know us, and everything around us. From snowflakes and raindrops to monuments, we are here to celebrate and experience every shift in the spectrum and every tilt in the compass.

Section 1 – The Basics of the Feeling and the Moment

The First Reflection 

Unique whistles were created as the cool winds blew through half-open windows, across building edges, and through the small mazes that this city is filled with. A bit of discovery and a bit of the atmosphere. Was it the heartbeat in my ears, or was it the heartbeat of the moment? Upon closing my eyes it became louder.

The feeling was the point at which the ship meets the water, and the wind meets its sails. The immersion arrives quickly, not taking over the moment but becoming a part of it. The experience of, the innate magic of, magnetic amongst other things. The second wind from the second sky, the first swept itself down from the clouds to an ocean hover then over to the sands where we were hanging out at. The same sands that were once lava were now a shade of gold under the horizon’s eye. The ocean currents were different in this part of the sky.

The wind from a little further away always seemed to connect with the environment differently. Gravity softened just a bit. Chasing a feeling and running directly into a reflection. The ocean currents seemed to have switched places with the floor below us. With the arrival of the first wind, we begin to simply notice, notice the silhouettes of the wonders that await. The second one somewhat helps us choose the direction. But keep up with the shuffle, mustn’t we? Careful as it goes by. Wakeful and hesitant but more willing than ever and I didn’t really know why. Through the milky way and back to earth all within the blink of an eye or possibly even faster. Swept up in the spectrum and spiraling through the atmosphere. The setting was blurry, but the feeling was always there.

I’ve always understood that I didn’t have all of the answers, but it became even clearer that I didn’t have all of the answers while working on this. But along with that, I also began to understand that having all of the answers isn’t quite the answer either. But mustn’t we keep up with the shuffle? Careful as it goes by. The thought of the shuffle was still somewhat new to me and somewhat surprising. Reflections put together familiar pieces with elements I’ve never seen before. The glare caught my eye but it was still a bit too bright for me, so I began to squint and eventually look away.

Much closer than I thought, the warmness wasn’t just in the distance. The sky’s colors were much more vivid than they usually were, or did they just appear that way to me? Am I seeing the magic in the mundane, or has the mundane always been filled with magic? The rest of the reflection becomes a little bit easier to understand. The reflections doubled amongst themselves, and it seems the awareness doubled along with it. 

Catching a glimpse of the shared electricity, as I looked around I began to see that others were aware of the reflections too. I felt a shift in the spectrum; the glow of the horizon’s eye was beginning to change colors. That was the only thing that remotely snapped me out of it; I continued on while trying to understand what I was feeling. Had I put too much stock in the current feeling, or had I not paid enough attention to it in the first place?

Within the midst of the moment, I watched others, and I watched myself. Becoming more observant of my own feelings and my environment, I watched the different interactions, and I watched the moments happening in front of me. The reflections had begun to multiply beyond what I could understand.


Section 1 – The Basics of the Feeling and the Moment

Poem

Far away from the distance and close to whatever right now was becoming. The fast-paced movement somewhat reminded me of the lightning rivers. Step by step, level after level, how linear. The fluctuations of the different levels and the unexpected brightness made it hard to see sometimes. But by the look on everybody’s face, it seemed like we were seeing the same thing, but I still wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but I was also afraid to ask. How do you see what is linear? It hasn’t been going on long enough for me to ask what we’re building towards. I feel like I should already know, part of me feels like I already did. A shift in the magnetics. Until I was able to notice it on my own, I would have to pay attention to the happenings around me and the horizon’s eye to learn more about the shifts. What can the linear be applied to? I have trouble trying to define us, I have trouble trying to define the future.

Section 1 – The Basics of the Feeling and the Moment

The Second Reflection

The pour of electricity was becoming familiar to me. Laughter and awareness double reflecting each other. Nearly forgetting about this part of the spectrum but also almost getting lost in it. Closer than I could understand, connecting more than I could understand. The ocean currents were different in this part of the sky.





“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, 
Cloud Atlas

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

#9

Drifting as always, 

Conceptualizing but in a much more passive way.

Not much but still something. 

But that little bit of not much was everything.

I found myself in different forms of meditation within each moment.

Looking out the half open window
A bit of gravity upon the edge of the branch
A bit more gravity lost upon what lands on the branch. 

Each gust of wind was renewed as it traveled
At just the right angle I could see through the forest.
Just beyond the forest was the beach where we all normally hung out. 

I sat staring out of the window
The window’s glass was half full, part of it being the horizon and the rest was the emerging daylight.

The sand I had tracked into my room twisted in the wind that was coming from the window. I didn’t mind it because it reminded me of the times we spent at the beach, and the brisk wind helped to keep me awake. 

Drifting as always, 

Conceptualizing but in a much more passive way.

The adventure of defining happiness was simple but it is also an adventure that was forever, just as I had hoped it would be.


A few more poems



“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, 
Cloud Atlas

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

#8

Meditation

I watched as my connection to the materials around me melted. I tried to see the symmetry, but there was so much of it I began to see that everything had already blended into one. I began to wonder if the separation was just a view of the entirety from a different angle.

I moved my feet so that they were planted in the sand then I closed my eyes again. The energy felt a lot stronger within the stillness. The feeling’s ability to light the way of a new path also became a lot stronger. The clarity was somehow always there and always beautiful.


Meditation

I watched as the concept of speed melted all around me. It seemed the structure was a ghost of the moment, and the point at which it connects with the future. I began to wonder if the separation was just of view of the entirety from a different angle.

The mist floated around the grass, bringing in a damp breeze along with it. The feeling always created a coat of flames that hugged me as I explored. The feeling’s ability to light the way of a new path became a thousand times stronger. The mist parted with each step I took. The beauty became clearer with one each step I took.


Meditation Log – #1

Legs crossed, focusing on breathing. Learning to let go of the grip I always try to have on my perception and let things simply be as they are. I think this is what practice is.

Okay … again …. focusing on breathing, not drifting but searching for clarity. I believe this is what practice is.

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Okay … again …. it seemed even the nothingness that I was experiencing was somehow intricate.












Just as anything else, it takes time to build a skill or an ability, so I would say just try to meditate on your own terms. There are many different methods but of course, start with what works for you first. Just as every other part of your life can be poetry, your meditation can also be a form of poetry. Clarity can come from multiple things. It seems all of those things are connected in different ways.

I tried to see the symmetry, but there was so much of it I began to see that everything had already blended into one. I began to wonder if the separation was just of view of the entirety from a different angle. Okay … again …. it seemed even the nothingness that I was experiencing was somehow intricate.


A few more poems

https://poets.org/poem/water-love
https://poets.org/poem/eternity-0









“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, 
Cloud Atlas

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

#7

The ripples doubled amongst themselves as I walked through the puddles. For some reason I had always liked the rain. The sound of it, and how it was apart of nature’s cycle had always been something that was amazing to me. The clarity from earlier remained, I could hear everything, and when I focused it seemed as if some raindrops were falling in slow motion. The levels of the reflections within each raindrop was breathtaking.
As time progressed the connections I had with everything around me grew. I felt like that was one of the reasons the levels of clarity continued to multiply.

One half of infinity and one half of the moment. Even with the newly attained levels of clarity there were still some things that I wanted to learn more about. The ocean currents in the sky had always been there for as long as I could remember, but there were also some old scrolls referring to a time when it wasn’t there. Then there were the reflections, sometimes I felt as if I was the only one who could see them, but the glow within the eyes of some of the other people I’ve met seem to hint at the idea that I might not be the only one. If only I wasn’t so afraid to ask. The mirror molecules seemed to make up most of the material surrounding us but it wasn’t always noticeable. I couldn’t help but wonder if that also was a relatively new occurrence too.

Amongst the raindrops there was a distant hum in the background actually, there were several hums in the background, as I listened they began to split. The ocean currents were as beautiful as the reflections within the raindrops. Some of the hums reflected and bounced off of the silver lining within the ocean currents somehow making them even clearer. One sounded like the hum of an engine off in the distance, almost like a plane engine but it was much too far off for me to see it. As the raindrops fell I continued to walk eventually unsheathing my umbrella as if it were a sword. The path of discovery was always impossibly far and impossibly close.

Meditation

Different Types of Mediation

1) Mindfulness Meditation – Meditation that lets the mind work naturally while taking an objective mental position on the natural workings of the mind. Truly observe the workings of your mind without judgment and become a spectator of your thoughts and the universe.

2) Movement Meditation – Any activity that helps the mind reach a meditative state like Tai chi, yoga, or anything else that naturally helps you achieve a blend of super focus and calmness through action.

3) Focused Meditation – A more centered form of meditation where the mind’s focus is placed on something specific like the feel of the wind’s temperature, nothingness itself, or your own breathing.

4) Visual meditation – Enhances the ability of the mind’s eye and one’s imagination. The practice of meditating while focusing on images of relaxing settings, different calming scenes in nature, or any other type of image or setting that you consider to be relaxing.

There are many different forms of meditation these are just a few of my favorites. Feel free to research all of the different forms of meditation and pick the ones that work best for you.


“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, 
Cloud Atlas

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

#6

One half of infinity and one half of the moment, my peripheral vision combined with my tunnel vision, making things clear enough for me to step through the layer of vision that was currently in front of me. Stepping through a reflection and standing directly in front of another one. The electricity pours were happening on multiple levels within multiple atmospheres. An atmosphere filled with energy and a sphere of magnetics and energy on multiple levels. Outward from the particles to the planet and then outward even further. One half of infinity and one half of the moment.

A shift in my vision, the gravity was magnetic amongst other things. The glows in the distance were getting brighter and brighter. The sway of the wind and the forward-moving moment, beautiful but often too fleeting. Trying to surf the arrow of time. The ocean currents were different in this part of the sky, but they were still beautiful. One half of infinity and one half of the moment. One and the same, the drop of water and the ocean. Concentrated energy is matter, the normal is the abstract, and what we consider to be abstract is just from an era long before ours. Less dense than water, less dense than air, then less dense than light.

Through the levels we go, at blinding speeds. A density only achieved by neutron stars and the emotion of humanity as a whole. Longing for something just beyond the veil, but something that is also reflected through the different levels of mirrors that lead us back to this very moment. The heaviness of trying to understand my feelings and being drawn to something. The heaviness of the moment was a little beyond me but in some ways I was okay with that. The silver lining took many different forms. Sometimes it resembled lighting other times it curved into an infinity symbol. Heat waves radiated off of it, distorting what I saw at times, adding illusionary waves to the air in front of my mind’s eye. As the temperature rose, the silver lining began to fall until it hit the ocean currents in the sky. Upon contact with the water it became crooked and took on the nature of a lightning bolt again as it sped off. I sat there for a moment, then I grabbed my bag and stood up, it was time to go back. I knew we were all supposed to meet up soon and I didn’t want to miss it.

Meditation
I watched as the scenery changed, linear but still expansive. The reflections shuffled infinitely and the images jumped from mirror to mirror. Chasing a feeling and running directly into a reflection. The bright spot within the reflection caught my eye. Hoping to be there for every part. Connections through the mirror shuffle. Connections through the energy shuffle. Making a note not to overlook and take things for granted. I looked at the moment and then at my emotions and noticed the symmetry.

I could feel the magnetics shifting again, from the orbit to the pull of the water at the edge of the oceans. A tilt in the nearby flame reflecting the magnetics, the wind swayed and carried us in a new direction. The patterns change and the clarity multiplies. I looked at the symmetry and then at the stillness and noticed the reflections. One half of infinity and one half of the moment. You’re never lost, just follow the natural magnetics and the wind.


A few more poems

https://poets.org/poem/haiku-you
https://poets.org/poem/ongoing-0
https://poets.org/poem/silver-filigree
https://poets.org/poem/lightning



“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, 
Cloud Atlas

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

#5

The glue of the universe, dimensional pressure upon each level. Sitting still only long enough to see how fast light moves. A tilt in the compass, a simpler time, a wish holding the magnetics of the heart. The wind pulls us in the same direction as the magnetics of the heart. Gracefully falling multiple levels upward, the ocean currents were beautiful in this part of the sky.

Letting each of my steps mimic the tilts in the compass. My senses are overwhelmed by the experience, so I don’t use them to guide me, only the magnetics make sense among all of the fluctuations. A tilt in the compass, a simpler time, a wish holding the magnetics of the heart.

Lanterns, each star within the universe.

The path of discovery expands just as the universe does, magnetic amongst other things. The dimensions add levels, and every molecule becomes a center and its own planet.

Lanterns, each star within the universe, magnetic amongst other things.

Gravity allows the pieces to fall together, a tilt in the compass. Pieces of the infinite reflection arranging and rearranging while fluctuating many different images throughout the process. Watching the levels of gravity move the different pieces. Each step on the path of discovery gave a different view and a different angle for us to see all of it from.

The flame leans forward, and we begin to create a route for that direction. Following my heart as the castle deconstructs and reconstructs itself. I was trying to keep up with the concept of moving forward while watching everything being built by the mirror particles and everything that they reflect.

Meditation

I watched as the stillness of space let the mirror particles hover. They reflected the quantum reactions and the positions of the path lanterns so casually. Fireworks within every level of the chemical reactions. I looked at the speed of light and the stillness and noticed the symmetry.

The perpetual motion of stillness. The millions of fireworks on the quantum level of the chemical reactions inside the lanterns. Lanterns, each of the mirror particles within the universe. The winds were different on each planet’s atmosphere. The ocean currents were beautiful in this part of the sky. Light speed through the path of discovery.


A few more poems


“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, 
Cloud Atlas

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

#4

The pour of electricity highlights the connections. The synchronization somehow bounces off of and connects each part. The ghostly foundation sits comfortably on the spectrum. The orbit sometimes stops but only to eventually move faster, a house of mirrors and a hallway of reflections. The heart forever arcs overhead.

Falling into the potential of the synchronization. We reflect, and our cups catch pieces of the lighting pour. A glance out of the window, the long ride home, the innate magic of the echoes that come back from the other side. As the speed of the spin increases, so does the evolution of the leaps of faith that we take.

But mustn’t we keep up with the winds of the shuffle? Content with where I am, but I often find myself staring off into the distance, feeling some sort of connection. The heart arcs in the distance. Not only for the path but also because there seems to be some sort of connection between everywhere I am and the distance. Further away from the distance and back into the moment. A mirror but a mirror and a reflection that leads somewhere else. The heart arcs overhead, but we all looked up too late, but when I saw all of us look in that direction, I felt a tilt in the compass.

Permeating but still with a natural silhouette, a laugh and a jolt of awareness, it may be one of the many results of the electricity pour. I was often caught up in the simplest of intrigues. Different points of synchronization gain enough density to fluctuate a mirror into existence. The eyelashes from the horizon’s eye seemed to help the planet spin faster with each blink. I often struggled to step outside of what is in front of my eyes until I see the splashes in the spectrum. I began to see more of the reflection’s awareness. Double reflecting at speeds that we begin to admire all the while, we were trying to figure out how it was possible. The winds and the chill would visit in double time as the pieces snowballed. Unconcerned but forever curious, the wonder carries us to the path of discovery.

Meditation

I watched as the floor expanded, forwarding the concept of space. The continuums structure advanced casually. A few mirror particles accompanied its speed. I looked at the continuum and the reflections and noticed the symmetry.

A normal walking speed to keep up with the continuum. Relativity and luck. The longer I walked the more things around me began to melt. After a moment the walking speed amongst the expanding floor and universe began to resemble the stillness.


A few more poems


“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, 
Cloud Atlas

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

#3

The cards are being shuffled. The flame tilts, not because of the wind but because of the evolved magnetics. I noticed the symmetry within the electric networks. Magnetic amongst other things.

Of earth and unmistakably human but the travels the wonder embarks upon sometimes pushes the ground further and further away from my feet. The ever-changing scenery reflected not only the reflections but also the nature of one’s imagination. The cards are being shuffled and the wind from it was magnetic amongst other things.

Silhouettes reflective of the many dimensional forms. The wind from the shuffle was still reflective of the magnetics, and still tilting as the compass did. I noticed the symmetry within each separate tilt. Magnetic amongst other things, the electricity pours were different in this part of the sky.

The feeling holds more arcs of lighting than I am able to understand. Reaching back only to fall forward. Levels of mirrors within the surface, levels of the surface within the mirrors. The arcs double as waves and the waves sometimes double as the surface. Chasing a feeling and running directly into a reflection. Stillness within the moment, but still relative to how I see the speed of light. The chisel collides with the moment, the foundation collects phantom feelings and ghost moments as lighting arcs through the reflection. Duality reflects itself, and enlightenment finds its way. Now back under the electricity pours and barefoot within the grass blades. Levels of mirrors within the surface, levels of the surface within the mirrors. The ocean currents were beautiful in this part of the sky.

Meditation

A reflection within the flame. The flame mimics the waves motions. Magnetic amongst other things. The stillness finds its way. The moment paces itself in duality with the experience. A swim within the surface, a swim within the duality. The experience begins to melt into the stillness and the stillness begins to melt into the reflection.


A few more poems


“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, 
Cloud Atlas

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

#2

The ocean currents were different in this part of the sky. The sky’s silver lining curls and becomes the ring where the glass of the compass sits.


Reflection takes what

What is reflected in echoes

The cards are being shuffled

Liquified luck formed into glass windows and lenses for the telescopes. The ocean currents were different in this part of the sky.


The wind tilts the rain

The compass tilts in the rain

The wings tilt in the rain


Meditation

I watched as the mirror particles whooshed by resembling grains of sand in a castle of synchronization. Nonchalant but also in big rush. Synchronization within the particles of the fireworks, glittering embers becoming pieces of and light the way to the castle. I looked at the fireworks then at the mirror particles and noticed the symmetry.

Chasing a feeling and running directly into a reflection. Atmosphere, pressure, wind, magnetic amongst other things. A whoosh and the mirror particles speed by keeping up with the synchronization and even sometimes going a bit past it. Shedding the mirror coating for a moment until the moment is able to catch up with the speed of the stillness. Then recoating itself in the mirror material as synchronization reverberates in both directions through the reflection shuffle, for a split second I thought I saw my reflection in a passing breeze. After a moment the breeze sat still then it spiraled into a small tornado while somehow maintaining its stillness.


A few more poems

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42924/the-consolations-of-sociobiology

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47619/beyond-the-red-river

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54371/dear-love


“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, 
Cloud Atlas

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

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