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Truth telling

Confusion Clouds the sky Perfumes the air with danger and vulnerability. Mindfulness, concentrated and stable, burns away the clouds. Fear, sorrow, grasping Dissolve. The spider’s web Sparkles with the morning dew. Fragile, Strong, She holds all in her reflective net. … Continue reading

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