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Yeah, I wonder how many moments like that I will go through.
I'm thankful that there is always a way. Thanks for sharing.

Lingering fears of hornets on a mountain trail Remind me of the moment in my childhood When I was nothing but a hunter of curiosity Looking for beetles gathering around sap Where there were also hornets but with no fear And I think it may be the privilege of innocence Now I'm thankful to hornets for...

nekot wrote: ↑

Sat Jul 15, 2017 5:32 am

Light to more clearly see outlines of shadows
And the inside curves of reality

Let me dive with a song Deep and deep to the deepest Let me fly with a song High and high to the highest Till I'm set free, freewheelin' Can never do no wrong with the love I'm in Love within - Lyrics Stay cool, cool, don’t you worry about a thing Stay true, true, everything is all right Nothing las...

Love it, too

Thanks much, audiofool. Love can be interpreted in myriad ways but I wonder if there can really be anything without.

Thanks Heinz. I've not got the right tune yet. I guess I'm not yet tuned with myself but soon will be.

--- I've got the tune now!

Every desire will be fulfilled Every dream will come true Every hope will be realized But without love it's nothing Always root yourself on love Let it be, everything unfolds Natural growth Once I ran away from love, more precisely I tried I guess it was for the fear of losing Rather than thanking w...

If loving and being loved were natural like a breath no one would talk about it and the word would be gone We've realized a dream of flying and so on but it seems we always choose to just dream when it comes to love Seesaw struggle Everything changes and there's no exception but what if everything s...

As I walk alone on a mountain trail I feel like a spirit I say hello to another passing by In a world with no ego Playing just a part of the whole Within and without Visible or invisible matters no more I melt and all appear Laissez-faire There is only energy ever flowing Shaped and unshaped ever ch...

I lost my shirt you took the prize captured my heart I'm lost in your eyes. Honestly, maybe because of lack of my English ability, I'm not really sure what you're struggling for. But I see a hint at the very end as I quoted your struggle still continues. I struggle, too, to savor life to the utmost...

Unready to be taken for all that's saved Unready to be ready for all that's offered It seems that ruled wildness gets wilder and out of control in a twisted way like too much everyday competition that just keeps killing one another's very soul. There seems no unnecessary fuss and fight in wildness ...