I lost interest in truth long ago.
All dreams of enlightenment
and its absence
Have crumbled into birdsong
Morning walks down untrodden paths
And the poetry of silence.
Truth can only be lived,
Never grasped.
Be miraculous, each day.
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Yes, Yes, Yes! Birdsong and the poetry of Silence... Beautiful...
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