Learning to try to hold on, by letting go

Home not so far away.

Never understood, the gap between opposites of the spectrum.

Never understood, how a balanced approached brings stillness.

Desire instead actually to be out of balance for the rest of time.

Closer to home than all days past have been.

Too much noise, too much Ego, too much pressure on the Samsaric windmill, where endless journeying the result.

Rest, action born from Soul the desire. The moment more precious than ever before.


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