altered,
woven thinner
deeper.
Without passing,
nothing could ripen,
be forgiven,
or decay at arrival
Memory would have no depth,
love no proof,
And thought no echo.
Time teaching by continuity.
#Becoming
altered,
woven thinner
deeper.
Without passing,
nothing could ripen,
be forgiven,
or decay at arrival
Memory would have no depth,
love no proof,
And thought no echo.
Time teaching by continuity.
#Becoming
is to meet a mirror,
yet never tells the whole truth.
The gaze turns inward,
but it carries the habits of looking outward—
judgment, desire, fear, memory.
What appears is not the self as it is,
but the self as it has learned to appear.
We are seen,rather than seeing.
is to meet a mirror,
yet never tells the whole truth.
The gaze turns inward,
but it carries the habits of looking outward—
judgment, desire, fear, memory.
What appears is not the self as it is,
but the self as it has learned to appear.
We are seen,rather than seeing.
I wish you loud laughter, lasting peace, and everlasting joy. May you feel the love in every Christmas carol you hear and in every friend you meet. I wish you calm when the world is hectic and light when it grows dark. Merry Christmas to you all my friends
*̣̥☆·͙̥❄‧̩̥࿌ིྀ྇˟͙☃️˟͙࿌ིྀ྇‧̩̥❄·͙̥̣☆*̣̥