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Tag Archives: A Journey to Middle-heaven
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“To the right rests the mountain of knowledgeacquired from books and research on man; this is a noble rock with no sharp edge,and it supports without giving a damn:(You know what I mean.) On the left lies MountExpression, towards which you incline… Continue reading
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“Before you begin, though, let me explain that meaning of things here is double; as life is never simplistic nor plain, its signs are altered in this next level: The valley in which you woke is much more than a simple plain in-between the rock; yo… Continue reading
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And she pointed off towards a cottagein the distance with terracotta bricksthat shined with ruddy élan on the stageset by the unkempt garden’s weeds and sticks:The roof was curiously made of thatch, and two small windows flanked the doorless gape,… Continue reading
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“I represent your work’s trajectory,a point you won’t arrive at without me,so I demand you put your trust in me,build with me steady, and never doubt me:You have been pegged for fantastic outcomes, but your mind is a bit too unsteady;I’ll make a p… Continue reading
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I had never worked like I toiled that day;I forgot about my neck and the pain,and I loved the salt taste of sweat and green teaand the damp dream dew of la terra, plain:Working steadfast, with love, I built a house out of leaves and rocks and wood… Continue reading
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I woke up with a tingle in my neck,which as I looked around became a pain;I saw mountains, hills, a perilous trek,and a woman speak – I hear her again:”Welcome to the world where worries are lanced by the swift, sharp rod of justice and love;we ar… Continue reading