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Apr 2016
My mind could never leave me to be.
It was always too busy making plans.
Plans to distract me from myself.
No matter where I went or how much money I spent,
the harsh questioning returned with me.

To the place of discontent...

Processing things with my mind, less,  I moved slowly, watching the progress. Desiring less, noticing a little more rest, a softening.  

A type of  mindfulness...

Leaving the mind alone, and I spoke to my soul softly.
My heart warmed to the gentle caress, liked the peace, 


filled me more,
with less..

It's called blessed.
Written by
         Nisha, Ramin Ara, Jamadhi Verse, Patrick Long, Polar and 53 others
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