Snow (by my son, "Anonymous")
it falls from the sky
light as a feather
not present in heat
but only cold weather
light as a feather
not present in heat
but only cold weather
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other, doesn't make any sense. - Rumi
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