dear you human,
whatever kind of human
you may be.
(literally whatever kind)
i begin with i imagine a world,
a world where we have mastered and taught the art of thinking and the art of feeling.
the kind of world that enables a journey to explore the oneself in,
it's time we begin to look for something inside.
to go to a time of reflection and creation,
let's go back to the time we spoke to eachother in poetry,
the time we thought what we felt and felt what we thought,
a time we cared about all.
let's go back to the time that uniqueness vividly excited us,
a time we all understood that to be good is to do good
and to do good is to think and therefore feel good.
and if a time of such has never existed then let's create it together,
collectively as one using the whole of our unique individuality.
because today we live in a world, in an environment created using the collective unique individual thinking and feeling of generations that so much hated the oneself that they were subconsciously and significantly able to avoid the practice as whole.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 9:44 PM UTC
dear you human,
whatever kind of human
you may be.
(literally whatever kind)
i begin with i imagine a world,
a world where we have mastered and taught the art of thinking and the art of feeling.
the kind of world that enables a journey to explore the oneself in,
it's time we begin to look for something inside.
to go to a time of reflection and creation,
let's go back to the time we spoke to eachother in poetry,
the time we thought what we felt and felt what we thought,
a time we cared about all.
let's go back to the time that uniqueness vividly excited us,
a time we all understood that to be good is to do good
and to do good is to think and therefore feel good.
and if a time of such has never existed then let's create it together,
collectively as one using the whole of our unique individuality.
because today we live in a world, in an environment created using the collective unique individual thinking and feeling of generations that so much hated the oneself that they were subconsciously and significantly able to avoid the practice as whole.
harmonic oneness
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