Lessons of Silence I Dedicated to Pema Chodron Is there a point one reaches being alone, night after night where isolation eats at itself locking the door behind the weeping sounds of lonely? Is there a purpose to loneliness? lessons hidden in the shadows among a forlorness of self lost arms reaching for light. Is…
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A Testament of Time
As dusk descends into the valley beams escape the sullen sky reaching to touch the Rez of marsh and pine with golden rays that shine on this land that knows the devastation of policy. The orders were to clear cut and pressure the people to farm a land not farmable leaving an empty shell of…