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Zen
Life becomes lighter
if you learn to let go
if held tighter
the self will not grow

it will be fettered
its space will be constrained
freedom will be curbed
living will be endlessly strained
In mythic "free world" fools reside,
Without any doubts they all collide.
And in this world, they forge the hell,
Where rulers, crooks, are known too well.

The Creature buy their souls away—
To make of these the bleak array.
Fake ills it spread cloud foolish mind,
By steps too small to can them find.


In Russian:

"Свободный мир"

"В свободном мире" дураки
Живут, в сомненьях слабаки.
И этим строят рабства ад —
"Правитель" там продажный гад:

Продался нелюди урод —
ТвАрцам искусственных невзгод.
Невзгоды эти застят ум
Большим числом из малых сумм.
What I’d like to impart to future generations
is that it’s completely okay
if your teeth
are a little
wonky.
You know, sometimes
Silence can be a poem too
It allows for sincere connection
From the heart that you desire
To engage with it.
And if failed to do so
Shall bound them
To be free.
🦋🦋🦋
Seven minutes left,
a lifetime in a flash—
dreams, love, and peace,
woven as one.
Seven: a perfect cycle,
complete, then rest.
"Oh to be loved by a writer"
Someone once said to me,
Not knowing they are.
Being hated by a writer is so much worse tho

(Also, i wanna be loved by a writer ****)
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