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Saturday, July 23, 2016

Walls


"I used to try to punch my way through people’s walls. I didn’t understand that they were there for a reason and often essential to their survival. I did the same with my own walls. Neither got me anywhere. The walls just got tougher, denser, more resilient. Now I have a different approach. I pray to walls. I honor their wisdom. I stroke them with kindness. I melt them with gentleness. And, if they still insist on standing firm, I leave them be. Walls have a time frame all their own." 

Jeff Brown

Friday, July 01, 2016

The alchemist


Alchemist - haiku

grass growing on Earth's 
brow. green on brown. the sun must 
be an alchemist

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