The mountains are silent serene solid in their poise. Birds laugh in the branches over those living each day spirits borrowed at the prelude to all creation.
Take heart, love will hold us together uprooting discontent from the soil of our dreams, a diligent gardener devoted to maintaining all which is beautiful, all that is ugly yet magnificent.
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We with tangled souls are deemed the unlucky ones, who've arrived at the revelation of our own insignifcance in the greater scheme. This unknown plan (This is but the beggining) (a cosmic comedy).
In the afterbirth of your re-emergence You are cleansed and pure but this is not the cause of this unending cycle. Hope exists inside you a lighthouse of levity no force can deconstruct. It is part of your humanity, much in the same way you are a part of me and I You.