The Poignancy of Pain: For All the Things Words Cannot Convey.
There is so much collectivity in pain and so much isolation. But, I wonder if adults can break down.. and throw a temper tantrum at the injustice of it all.
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Shanti
Are You Asking Who She Is? {poetry}
Who is she, you ask? You are asking, aren't you?
She is the universal, primal Om, she is shanti, shanti, shanti,
she is the sound of life revealing, a mountain, a tree unfurling, an eagle soaring, an elephant roaring, as falseness crumbles at her feet.