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There are no good or bad, Only what is, And what will be. Each moment unfolds A lesson, quietly. No right, no wrong, No black, no white, Only the steady rhythm Of shadows and light. What is, must be, And what will be, is done— Not to punish, nor to praise, But to teach, to become. So let the lessons rise Like waves on the sea. There are no good or bad— Only what is, and what will be.
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Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
Lessons
There are no good or bad, Only what is, And what will be. Each moment unfolds A lesson, quietly. No right, no wrong, No black, no white, Only the steady rhythm Of shadows and light. What is, must be, And what will be, is done— Not to punish, nor to praise, But to teach, to become. So let the lessons rise Like waves on the sea. There are no good or bad— Only what is, and what will be.
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34/M/Dorset
Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
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