Climbing Up One Burp At A Time

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When the world descends again and seems too heavy to carry away

Your heart, let the prayer of yourself Be. I am this One... Don't fill

Yourself with regret or fear, notice how it bubbles up from the bottom

Of your pit, and this is exactly how the pendulum fits in the recourse

Of your soul, crossing the river again just to see what is on the other

Side of This Is. Nameless obscurity individuation and salutation of

The Other Side in the warm flowing rivers calling itself I Am. There

Is a tree growing lushing near this river it is forever green and greening

The vaster seas of difference and how it is considered and replicated in

The osmosis of your heart and soul and how this begets the truth serum

Love, and how you inject this life into your veins, bleeding This Too

Shall Pass, in the course of water, in the coursing of time, in the

Intercourse of how love moves mountains.

 

 

 

 

Only Love,

Ana

 

 

 

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--- Anna Ruiz <nli10u a écrit :

 

 

 

When the world descends again and seems too heavy to

carry away

Your heart, let the prayer of yourself Be. I am this

One... Don't fill

Yourself with regret or fear, notice how it bubbles up

from the bottom

Of your pit, and this is exactly how the pendulum fits

in the recourse

Of your soul, crossing the river again just to see

what is on the other

Side of This Is. Nameless obscurity individuation and

salutation of

The Other Side in the warm flowing rivers calling

itself I Am. There

Is a tree growing lushing near this river it is

forever green and greening

The vaster seas of difference and how it is considered

and replicated in

The osmosis of your heart and soul and how this begets

the truth serum

Love, and how you inject this life into your veins,

bleeding This Too

Shall Pass, in the course of water, in the coursing of

time, in the

Intercourse of how love moves mountains.

 

 

 

 

Only Love,

Ana

 

thank-you for the reminders.

Does it seems heavy today!!

I wonder when I`ll forget about being reminded.

I wonder when my memorie will not have to be triggered

over and over, day after day.

It is funny how I need memorie to have access to the

now.

How backward I feel.

Patricia