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A nostalgia so profound that only death itself can bridge the distance to what is lost; yet, in the quiet ache of remembering, a single, stubborn pulse remains, as if the heart is keeping the light on for a ghost that might still find its way home.
— Lyrical Zen
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April 27, 2018
Life is already flowing towards us and through us; our responsibility is to meet it intentionally, this is what is called — will . – Lyrical Zen
March 14, 2018
When we navigate the currents of the soul, we find ourselves within our ancestral consciousness. We are the composite of all events, all happenstance and all circumstances that ha…
