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| exuberant aridity why should we escape from contradictions, assign tags, try to define happiness? Everything can happen Everything is possible As nature conquers the most unexpected spaces, as the gorse broke the lava rocks and awaits flowering, I have conquered my own territory broken my resistance and finally from the wounds, the blooms are emerging wildly alive |
6.9.13
DAY 365+104
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I agree...I don't think happiness can be defined...it's abstract and it's a "feeling" or a state of mind. Wonderful writing :)
Just what I needed for today! Love your work! Truly
Kind of a natural, seasonal, cyclical way of thinking about happiness.
xoxo
Yes! Our wounds are fertile ground.
Wanted to tell you that this is a post that I shared recently with a friend whose wife had recently died. This poem is soooo meaningful about this woman,and really touched this man to read it.
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