You can give me nothing (do not try), I have everything. I lay down and sleep and when I wake up I have been filled again, abundant and free. Lack fless from me. Even the thought of empty is a foreigner from a strange land who may ask me for assistance but will find my pockets empty and my smile full. There is so much of something at all times that with each step and breath in between the perception of everything my eyes light upon is lke a new story from moment to moment. Forgetfullness? What is that? What great abundance my eyes are filled with. The silence of everything around me fills me up with joy. It is a laughter unspeakable, unsoundable; therefore, I am quiet.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Aug 2013 10:13:22 +0000
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