I write what I see. |
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The Observation Bodhisattwa Parekh Earth's weeping, a cool blessing on the dry skin of the world. It holds on to this ancient paste, absorbing the light. We step through it, our soles sinking, a brief surrender to shaping power. Cleansing the way, washing the dust of urgency from our hurried steps. I thought it was just dirt mixed with rain, a temporary stain on the path. But when I finally washed my hands cleanly, I watched as the imprint of my soul remained. Already hardening into stone. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |