Cultivating an orchard of experience
every tree is planted
in a particular moment of sensation
the soil is the fertile ground
of the infinite sound
a journal is a beautiful thing
it collects the scattered expressions
fears, inspirations, hopes
scribbled onto obscure margins
life is a feeling
there are many such feelings
they are all over
life is feeling
"it is always being written"
streams of thought are like streams of life
you never know where, or how, they begin
you never know how and when they end
yet it is certain nonetheless
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