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Being grows in earth and the water of the womb where heaven pools its special nourishment. Body, once born, is a lone, flying crane resisting with an energy of singular intention. But mind must live in the world’s garden among a few bright blooms of insight, many thorns of righteousness, gnarled roots of rage. The body’s path is straight, narrow, its promise certain. But mind must choose at each which path to take.
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 4:51 AM UTC
Being
Being grows in earth and the water of the womb where heaven pools its special nourishment. Body, once born, is a lone, flying crane resisting with an energy of singular intention. But mind must live in the world’s garden among a few bright blooms of insight, many thorns of righteousness, gnarled roots of rage. The body’s path is straight, narrow, its promise certain. But mind must choose at each which path to take.
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 4:51 AM UTC
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