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Highcard Canada. Apr 10 2013 03:33. Posts 5428 | | |
Cool night air
As the sun dims and the night takes hold, wafting cool air tickles the nose. Chills on the arms move towards the soul, while memories dance to the fore front with a mindful glow. Play is pressed and feelings unfold: old times, good times, best times began to mold the reality once seen from the eye -- captured, compressed and archived.
Joy and sadness, depression and gladness but no pain. Pain, once gone, is gone for good; merely just a feeling understood. Pain, though powerful and piercing, does not break through the barrier of projection. Pain is here for the moment and then is nothing. Nothing, as yesterday passes on to today. Nothing, as today passes on to the present. Nothing, as the present passes on to the last breath. Nothing, as life passes on to death.
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