Blood and bone and breath
and all the invisible bits that make up our soul.
We discount the Tao and yet it is all there is.
Our name is written in the sand
And we affected everything.
Even if we were just stuck in the muck
the whole time we were here.
If that’s the way it was
then it was right.
I’m just saying.
Even if we’re just stuck in the muck. So true. The winter is such a good time of year for contemplating one’s – well all of our – souls.
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