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The wind.

11/24/2014

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Maybe I was 
waiting for 
the wind to stop
blowing, or 
at least to stop 
changing. Still

I greeted it every day.
I felt it every day.
I thanked it every day.
And then one day I 

could no longer feel
the wind. I thought
maybe it had gone
away, but then 
I realized: I am 
the wind.
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Spaces.

11/23/2014

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Clean rooms. Clean spaces. Little to see. But what is there, I clearly see. Clean rooms. Clean spaces. Clear mind, clear heart, clear life. 

We absorb the vibrations of the spaces we keep.
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