Witnessing Wisdom
The old man sitting with a crystal in his ear, long grey hair curling around his worn face. He knows something I don’t, and as I sit by his side with the cool September sun on my skin, I caught a glimpse of the eternal stillness, the infinite rushing winds and the ever-spinning worlds. To sit and be still, in the face of it all, like an unassuming creature that basks in the light of a new day.
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(09.09.2024 12:51 x, The Ninth Sphere)