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awaking in the middle of an early walk it matters not what I do today it matters not if any thing matters perennially in intent or outcome worth not a while - for the leaves golden just below an autumn september expanse of still steel light and my lungs get filled to capacity with life itself three strides - in inhale exceeding walking meditation - walking rumination meager wisdom illume that today's matters are too wonderful for me to understand and so I understand it all competently, completely as the bishop knew jean valjean as the universe knows a seed with each abeyant breath
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
moment of lost gravity
awaking in the middle of an early walk it matters not what I do today it matters not if any thing matters perennially in intent or outcome worth not a while - for the leaves golden just below an autumn september expanse of still steel light and my lungs get filled to capacity with life itself three strides - in inhale exceeding walking meditation - walking rumination meager wisdom illume that today's matters are too wonderful for me to understand and so I understand it all competently, completely as the bishop knew jean valjean as the universe knows a seed with each abeyant breath
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Sep 29, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
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