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Even the Wrongs Belong

It doesn't feel right To be angry, To be sad, To have envy. We want to just have Peaceful, happy living. But they are called emotions for a reason: It's not just the happy and hopeful, It's also the dark and scary, The distracted and tired. It has been said That the body is a "field of sensation." A field may have an abundance of the same produce, But different sections Can receive different presence. Presence... Living in the present Does not mean that everything will be fine, Yet also does not necessarily mean vice versa Either. When a wrong isn't done toward a party, When wrong is only pumped inside the body, The body feels balanced and cleansed For when the happy feelings return. If foxes have holes And birds nests, So wrongs share a duplex with rights In the body's quarters. After all, did not life Originate from darkness itself?
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brian-mc-donagh-1
27 / M / West Virginia
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Written by
brian-mc-donagh-1
27 / M / West Virginia
Published
Aug 28, 2019
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35·152
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Again, I'm not spot on about how I see the world, but just based on what I hear. I mainly derived this poem today from going to a meditation session today and feeling how, even if I wasn't fully centered for those five or ten minutes, that the meditation still continues to offer something.

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