the quiet bliss that comes with not
knowing what to make of something:
because of everything good,
everything bad,
it’s impossible to separate
or differentiate,
so you don’t;
you just sit quietly
and quietly
you let them be,
as they have let
you be;
for so many years
and so many worries
have come and passed,
and now they are the past-
what do you make of that?
what can you make of that?
there is good and bad
in everything.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
the quiet bliss that comes with not
knowing what to make of something:
because of everything good,
everything bad,
it’s impossible to separate
or differentiate,
so you don’t;
you just sit quietly
and quietly
you let them be,
as they have let
you be;
for so many years
and so many worries
have come and passed,
and now they are the past-
what do you make of that?
what can you make of that?
there is good and bad
in everything.
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