Still.
What is untouched?
Constant.
Under all things.
There, ego has no hold.
But merely the clashing of swords
Like crickets in the night
Or a sunset.
Still.
Below.
There is more.
The fabric in which all things are woven.
It’s the fabric and the quality of the fabric
That I’m speaking of.
The quality of the fabric,
not it’s worth.
That is what life is made of.
Seeking Solace in the Horizon & Beyond
Wellness • Poetry • Life
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
Rhymes and Reasons
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry by Dr. Abhinav Majumder
I hope that someone sees this page and decides not to give up...
Reflection
Climbing, Outdoors, Life!
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
Because we’re all recovering from something.
Smidgens
Blogging about Culture, Equity, and the Arts since 2013
Critical Dharma for Thinking Minds /Milk Tea Alliance
by Yashasvi Shailly
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Seeking Truth
Happily Ever After
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